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She sat down on slate stone steps and perched on the downy emerald moss that covered them. She looked back across at the back of the house with its wide doors now opening letting in air and life. Why do l feel so lost even now? Why can’t it just be over, I want it over. I just want to move on. I just want to wake up in the apartamente de vanzare bucuresti morning and not feel lost, wake up glad to be alive, not hating the day for coming, for bringing another day. She tossed her head, looked up into the sapphire sky, comforting and warm.

But what do to? Deal with it and go on? She'd learnt that in Africa, from people who went through difficulties during their whole life. It wasn't fair- so what? Nothing ever was. No-one lived happily ever after really. She knew it now. Everyone had a story but no one revealed it. It just was. What did the pessimists say- 'life's apartamente de vanzare bucuresti a bitch and then you're dead'- deal with it, you'll die anyway. Are you ready to die? Because you will, you will, one day.

Evie gave herself a smile and with it a sense of bloody-mindedness. Something to comfort apartamente de vanzare bucuresti herself with for now. Could she live here? In this house? They had told her to expect a barrel-load of paperwork. Death certificates to apply for. Proof of death needed. Her brain flicked that to the back, not wanting to think on it. Her dad’s finances such as they were.

Money apartamente de vanzare bucuresti to find. People to talk to. Officials to batter with. Something about insurance. But Evie had no idea how things stood. She imagined that somewhere there must have been a will. She vaguely remembered her dad mentioning it.

Evie had passed over it quickly; death not being a topic of conversation favoured by either her or her mother. There would be forms she guessed; boxes to complete and information to be filled in with names, date of birth, date of death. She would not hear apartamente de vanzare bucuresti the end of this for a while. It would become a process like nothing she had ever done before and yet even that wasn’t new.

But incessantly in her mind were places and people so far from here. What shall I do? What do I do? I'm done. I did what I had to and it’s done. I never dreamed that I would be here. I never dreamed that this time would come. I thought it would be apartamente de vanzare bucuresti good to deal with it, for it to be over and now it’s over, what do I do? There's no-one here anymore.
Apartamente De Vanzare Bucuresti
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