Can't unlove you

[Emwe Soul]

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ind//for i bakvendt-land indentind//der kan alt gå an //Emwe Soul tar det siste verset av en sang han ikke kan It didn't occur to the child that she didn't know how Conor was, because it was hard to comprehend that not everyone around you knew everything you knew. When him and Conor was playing, or at least before when they had done so, it had been as if they were in each other's heads, and every idea that came out of one was instantly created and played out by the other. In reality they simply had good imagination and allowed themselves to be carried away by their play, but of course this did not occur to him either. Looking up at his mother he smiled at her as he spoke, confident that Conor was fine, even if he was a little bit smaller than himself. Conor is so small! He doesn't play so much anymore, but he likes food. A decent summary in his opinion. It was all true! It seemed his question had been funny - which was always good - but he couldn't understand it. In his own opinion, his mother sent him mixed signals he could not yet fully understand, but he decided to rely on her words more than her physical signs - it was clearer that way. In truth he wasn't very good at body language, but it would come with age. But, when he listened to the words he didn't completely understand them either. His nose wrinkled in a thoughtful manner as he seemed to stare at his mother's arm, before he lifted his face to his mother's again. Why? It was only logical to ask. //der er de like tøysete og rare alle mann //

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