About a year later to this post here, you want to know who phoned me this evening at nine o'clock then? I guess you really want?
How do I move along? They are able to haunt me to the grave, if they remain living in Sweden (oh my God, if I move abroad do not rule out that they continue to call me to ask me the monthly retrospective ...)
And while I could at least once see the number, and send their busy signal, this time I get the words "hidden number", which, as far as I know, he might be my pops Elin, or someone from the hospital where I work.
I hate them with all my heart.
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