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- Ah, good morning, Tatyana Pavlovna! To swim here?
Yes.
- I run in the mornings I love.
- What you done! And Victor S. why not bathe?
- Victor Sergeevich? And he can't swim. But also loves to run.

We are all trying to escape... But not out.

I'm logging hundreds of drinking blunted
And in the whisper of the chains at night cifial,
At the trough is not grazed, like a Jackal,
I found out where the route, and one day fled.
I go back there... Ah, but it seems not so!
Hear back on the trail of barking dogs.
- Glad to see you, chief! It is a pity that the meeting is not in the suit...
So to the hut was modcall: - "Who's temporary? Get off!"

What is he doing?
- Chose the most defensible place in the room, counted all Garlikov, possible exits, and now calculated how far apart we stand and begins to worry. See how frowned: "something wrong with Amy and Rory, and who to fix it?". Now straightens his tie.

One in my childhood home was the site of the pain. House means danger, so she does not want them to acquire. The other is afraid to deprive yourself of the chance of escape. These do not like to solve problems, they leave them behind. Only wherever ran your load for a draw.

If the boys run away somewhere, to drop everything, it usually means girl.

I find it hard to tell you how I want to run away
I understand it always makes you feel a certain way




It's hard for me to tell you about how I want to run away.
I know it always makes you feel something like that.

As in hundreds of times, again winter came
I love the ice throne rose
And froze so there is no more strength
About love me why did you asked?
Circling silently, quietly circling the storm
Quietly circling our last snow
How to decide me in this weather
How to decide to escape.

Isn't it better to die on the run than this stinking hell?

Only strong people think it is impossible to escape.

You will be able to kill? If not, run.

Escaped from the monster, standing on a slippery slope.

I wanna runaway, runaway
Little time left to runaway
Every time I get somewhere
I wanna runaway, runaway
I feel like I'm losing control.
I want to run, run,
So little time left to escape.
Every time I somewhere-
Want to run away, to escape.
I feel like I'm losing control.

- Before you leave you always said that L. A.* this asphalt swamp.
- Oh, God! I have so much crap talked in his youth, thought it was so clever.
- Now you more so don't you think?
- Do I think L. A. asphalt swamp? No. No, you're an asphalt swamp.
- I?
- Well, not you yourself. Just say, no matter where you are matter who you are. And neither California nor Maine, nor new Mexico will change that. You know? You can't run away from yourself.