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lang_english 2007-05-06 12:32:00 "\n<font=Papyrus14>\n<jl>\nI seem to be losing my memory completely from this addiction - I can barely remember how I got into this. How many times did that stranger treat me to this - what he called - 'oriental dream'... Bitter weed. Now I don't feel like fighting the urge anymore, besides, it looks like I can think clearly only after the brew. I got to remember my name at the bank counter, pretty much my only concern these days, haha. By the way, I left the junk on the window and now it's gone, hope the seeds weren't blown off into the canals.\n"
lang_french 2007-05-06 12:32:00 "\n<font=Papyrus14>\n<jl>\nI seem to be losing my memory completely from this addiction - I can barely remember how I got into this. How many times did that stranger treat me to this - what he called - 'oriental dream'... Bitter weed. Now I don't feel like fighting the urge anymore, besides, it looks like I can think clearly only after the brew. I got to remember my name at the bank counter, pretty much my only concern these days, haha. By the way, I left the junk on the window and now it's gone, hope the seeds weren't blown off into the canals.\n"
lang_german 2007-05-06 12:32:00 "\n<font=Papyrus14>\n<jl>\nIch scheine meine gesamte Erinnerung wegen dieser Sucht zu verlieren - selbst wie ich dazu gekommen bin ist mir nicht mehr klar. Wie oft hat mir dieser Fremde den - wie er es nannte - 'orientalischen Traum' verabreicht... Bitteres Gras. Nun kann ich dem Verlangen gar nichts mehr entgegensetzen, davon abgesehen kann ich erst durch das Gebräu klar denken. Am Bankschalter muss ich meinen Namen wissen, das ist das einzige, das mich derzeit noch beschäftigt, haha. Nebenbei, ich hab die Überreste auf der Fensterbank abgeladen und nun sind sie weg. Hoffentlich weht es die Samen nicht in den Kanal.\n"
lang_italian 2007-05-06 12:32:00 "\n<font=Papyrus14>\n<jl>\nI seem to be losing my memory completely from this addiction - I can barely remember how I got into this. How many times did that stranger treat me to this - what he called - 'oriental dream'... Bitter weed. Now I don't feel like fighting the urge anymore, besides, it looks like I can think clearly only after the brew. I got to remember my name at the bank counter, pretty much my only concern these days, haha. By the way, I left the junk on the window and now it's gone, hope the seeds weren't blown off into the canals.\n"
