Two hours to go... 1 Stunde to go... 50 minutes... 45 minutes. I was starting to get sick of waiting. Why couldn't time Bewegen faster? Edward, my boyfriend, had promised to pick me up 10 o clock. Okay, wrong choice of word. the word boyfriend doesn't really illustrate enough of my eternal commitment for Edward, but it's the closest I can get without sounding stupid. Anyway, it was New Years Eve and Edward and I were going to spend the last few hours of the Jahr concentrating on being together. Then we were going somewhere special to see the New Jahr in. That's all Edward would tell me. The rest...
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