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Early morning. The boy has just left for work, and I’m having breakfast (a delicious bowl of plain yogurt with a some cereal and fresh cut strawberries) on the little balcony of the cosy little apartment. And wishing, always wishing, that life could be this simple and good forever.

And no, still no news, on all fronts. And I’m waiting, but the time left to decide is running out.

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