I want him dead.I have to escape, I must get away from here. The snow is falling, big fluffy wet flakes. They drift this direction, ride up in the air... then drop that way, in a slow twirl. Landing, at last, on the cold sidewalk. It’s sticking now, I watch the snow and visualize my daddy’s mount cabin at Christmas. The snow-covered peaks, thick patches of snow hanging heavy on the limbs of the pine trees.I smell the fresh mountain air, see a bunny hopping around, searching for a blade of grass. What ispossible, Jerry, is that you have a brain closer to feminine thanmasculine." Wait a minute, sis, are you saying I'm a girl in a boy's body?" Jerryasked frowning."No! Only that your brain, and I'm really only guessing, leans moretowards female; that you see and feel emotionally as a woman would. Youhave the qualities of a good man, not one poisoned with excesstestosterone; also, features that make a woman what she is," Joycestated as she used the dryer on Jerry's toes.Unconsciously doing. Kim konnte mit der weiteren Zeugin Janina vor den Drei, mit Maschinenpistolen ausgerüsteten, Gangstern fliehen, doch kurz bevor sie durch eine Stahltüre in die Tiefgarage gelangten wurde Janina getroffen. Sie brach wenige Meter weiter zusammen und starb in den Armen der weinenden Kim. Kim hörte Schritte die auf ihre Position hinter einem Auto zukamen, sie packte ihre entsicherte Dienstwaffe, sprang auf und ehe die beiden Gangster reagieren konnten hatte sie ihr Magazin leer geschossen und die. I once drew a giraffe with a purple crayon when I was watching some kids. A little girl laughed at me and said that there was no such thing as a purple giraffe. I just said ‘says who?’ and kept drawing. So, this diary adopts that sort of attitude. This diary is me and the world reflected through me. If anyone would ever come across this diary and be angered at the way I depict them, then I’ll just draw them a purple giraffe to show them that people don’t always see the world the same way. Where.