mandag den 30. november 2015


I don’t know what I have done wrong. He don’t talk to me or his father anymore. Every time he is home, he’s at his room. His things are gone, the only thing he has I a bed and a closet. I am really afraid that he is out in some shit but I shouldn’t dissimulate Ali’s friends like that, they are not at all that type but what can I say, you could be wrong about everyone.

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