That Depressed Old Lady: Difference between revisions

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“I’m waiting for you... Dik Dik Van Dik…” </span></p>

 

 

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">But before </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-fareast-font-family: "TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";color:black; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">he could answer me</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">, he disappeared. Apparently, I was in a coma for four years. Somehow, my phone battery didn’t run out so I could conveniently see the date through the calendar of my Nokia. </span></p>