One dead sheep
August 8th 2006 Chapter I.
I boarded the bus in Asuncion after a fond farewell with only a few tears left on the dirty pavement of the bus station floor. It was no time to be sad; I was swept in some unknown torrent which had been pulling me towards Tim for some Time. Tim, my fair friend whose adventures make mine look like child’s play. Tim, whose own sick sidelong glance always peers into the heart of someth
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