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A long time ago, when I was still a kid (living in Razgrad) every morning before I was sent to the kinder garden I cried and wailed that I don’t want to go – I stopped at somewhat the middle of the way, but then I repeated that on the next day.

Today I got up, saw the snow through the window and went back to bed, thinking if I had used something last night that can bring hallucinations. I had only read The Bonehunters, where there’s no snow (at least not in the part I’m on), so in the end going back to bed didn’t help to kill then snow… I really felt like “I’m not going to work”.
(in the end I went, I’ve grown up a bit :) )

It’s not normal to snow at this time of the year.

(and I’m also finding out that the Malazan Book of the Fallen is screwing up with my reading habits, the pile of books in Bulgarian is really growing…)

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