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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 12, 2004 1:55:19 GMT -5
"I can sleep on the couch, I'm not that selfish you know. Or there is always the socialist solution...."
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Post by Kaieka on Jan 12, 2004 1:59:22 GMT -5
"What? Pretend that the bed sheets are very large pieces of paper and write a political magazine on them? No. I will sleep on the couch. I think that it will be more comfortable for me anyway."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 12, 2004 2:04:09 GMT -5
"Whatever Kaieka."
Bassarov sits at the desk and start writing.
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Post by Kaieka on Jan 12, 2004 2:10:37 GMT -5
Well, that's that. I take a pillow and blanket off of the bed and put them on the couch. I then crawl underneath the blanket and close my eyes. I can here Bassarov's scrawlings. I wish that things were different, but they will never be the same as they were before. I have made sure of that. I try to ignore the noise and go to sleep.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 12, 2004 2:12:36 GMT -5
Bassarov writes louder and starts talking to himself...
"Ah yes...that will work...no the masses..wait...revolution....I see....you are a genius Bassarov, a genius......"
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Post by Kaieka on Jan 12, 2004 2:16:35 GMT -5
Ugh! Must he be so loud. It is hard enough to not think about him and go to sleep. I put the pillow over my head to stop the noise from reaching my ears.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 12, 2004 2:21:08 GMT -5
Bassarov wants to get her attention. Wants to talk, but maybe now is not the time. He is silent for a while.
He stops writing and turns out the light.
"Good night, Kaeika."
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Post by Kaieka on Jan 12, 2004 2:25:52 GMT -5
"Goodnight." The lights are off and Bassarov goes to sleep. I try to fall to sleep, but after a long time of failed attempts, I decide to get up and take a shower. The sound shouldn't wake Bassarov. I just need to clear my head. Perhaps the hot water will wash away all of these thoughts.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 12, 2004 2:32:27 GMT -5
Bassarov hears her in the shower. He stares at the ceiling trying to sleep.
When she comes out, he finally speaks to her...
"We haven't spoken to each other since we were reunited. What have you been doing? We can talk can't we?"
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Post by Kaieka on Jan 12, 2004 2:35:03 GMT -5
I am taken aback as Bassarov speaks to me. "Talk? Yes, we can do that. I haven't been up to much. I started training with a teacher in Paris, but with being chased out of town and all, I guess that is at an end."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 12, 2004 2:38:59 GMT -5
Bassarov feels nervous so he grabs some of his pills. Feeling more relaxec, Bassarov leans back onto his bed, folding his arms behind his head.
"I traveled through Russia. Met another revolutionary. Got in a fight. Had some mental problems and returned to Switzerland. Then I heard you were in trouble, so I came here."
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Post by Kaieka on Jan 12, 2004 2:42:44 GMT -5
"Had some mental problems? Are you alright? Is that what the medicine is for?"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 12, 2004 2:45:06 GMT -5
"Lightmer Whitmer gave me these. For my flashbacks. The flashbacks have stopped now."
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Post by Kaieka on Jan 12, 2004 2:54:51 GMT -5
"Good. I didn't know that you were having flashbacks. I guess I don't know a lot about what you have been going through......... Thank you for saving me. Hopefully you won't have to go through that again. He is after me. I can leave once we get to Switzerland. Then you won't have to worry about him anymore."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 12, 2004 2:58:25 GMT -5
"I would still worry about you. I suppose since I love you. It makes me more concerned." Bassarov says cassually.
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