Ko gre nekaj narobe…
March 22nd, 2005 
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Ena, bi rekel dost poznana, jutranja zgodba neke študentke.
breakfast was rushed. i ordered tea and sat down, got up and got cereal, sat down, started eating and smelled [i’m tired – is that how you spell smelled? argh] the cup of liquid they’d placed at my side [which looked suspiciously like coffee]. i realised with a sinking heart that my bag and coat were gone from the floor beside my legs, which was swiftly followed by the realisation that they were at the next table along and i had my nose in someone else’s coffee and was eating with someone else’s spoon. i crawled back to my own table.
