Barcelona
October 12th 2008 I met someone. A Catalan lawyer. He plays for me Leonard Cohen on his guitar on the balcony of his apartment.
A chance meeting, Olga tried the door a level below where we are staying with a lovely gay couple (one Japanese, the other from Idaho). She found Adrias attractive, we ran into him again and one bottle of wine led things into strange occurrences.
My thoughts conflict. We depart in two
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