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We were in a bar in Amsterdam; it was noisy with punters. She sat on a bar stool next to me. What did you think of Anne Frank's house? Seemed ghostly, I said, as if all that tension and anxiety had been soaked into the walls. She lit a cigarette and inhaled. I did likewise. Someone must have split on them. Guess so, I said. Some one laughed loudly; another spoke in Dutch. Did you hear what that ***** said on the minibus? What about? I asked. How she'd had this guy in the back of a lorry and he'd left the brakes off and the lorry moved along the side street and hit a wall, and they were thrown apart? No, never heard her; I tend to ignore her when she talks, I said. She's a **** but I still have to listen to her. We sipped our beers and smoked our cigarettes. You want to come to my tent tonight and such? Sure, I said, let's.
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Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 2:43 AM UTC
With Dalya in Amsterdam 1974.
We were in a bar in Amsterdam; it was noisy with punters. She sat on a bar stool next to me. What did you think of Anne Frank's house? Seemed ghostly, I said, as if all that tension and anxiety had been soaked into the walls. She lit a cigarette and inhaled. I did likewise. Someone must have split on them. Guess so, I said. Some one laughed loudly; another spoke in Dutch. Did you hear what that ***** said on the minibus? What about? I asked. How she'd had this guy in the back of a lorry and he'd left the brakes off and the lorry moved along the side street and hit a wall, and they were thrown apart? No, never heard her; I tend to ignore her when she talks, I said. She's a **** but I still have to listen to her. We sipped our beers and smoked our cigarettes. You want to come to my tent tonight and such? Sure, I said, let's.
TerryCollett
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Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 2:43 AM UTC
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