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And how to declare her /allegiance/ and /submit/ when there has been constant /interferance/ in her life. She is continuously being asked to do /embroidery/ and to wear /priglavci/. She realised early on, that this is a /double-edge sward/. So long she keeps /gurala /priglavci/ to fit in, she will have to keep the /trade secrets/. I mean, she could take /megaphone/ and announce it to all. But that would not be advisable, as no doubt it would create /magneticno polje/, especially if she is wearing /bathrobe/. She will become /meta/ and the centre of attention. She could use /blender/ and mix it all in until no one can recognise the nature of secrets anymore. Wearing /stikla/ might just help her to get a better view on things, but first she would need to go to the /night club/. Last time she went, there was /kratki spoj/ and everything and everybody /melted/. She was left with an elephant trunk, which she used for a /rehearsal the following day. It all seems like /odjavna spica/ to her now, while sitting in her room, wrapped in /deka/ with /jorgan/ on the top of her head. This morning she had /acupuncture/, in an attempt to try to calm down and take things slowly. As she takes deep breath, she hears a whistling sound and wonders if one of the needles has punctured her /lungs/. She drifts into sleep and sees herself standing on the /bina/, with /kosarica/ in one hand and /prescription/ in the other. The /postmark/ on the prescription is from yesterday and she suddently starts /juricati/ in /trokut/. It’s all like a /cobweb/, as she is caught, taking part in /revija/ of her own life. There is no /consistency/ in my life! She boldly declares as she opens her eyes, and grabs the /teapot/. It is as if I /radjas mecku/. And it feels so hard, it is as if I /radjas mecku/ through /ud/!
Her mind switches over to all the /service providers/ she had /proba/ over the years. She turns /toaster/ on, and watches as the grill turns into an orange glow. Her skin next to it is getting warm, she feels as if she is /nakvarcana/, like in those solariums where you can pop a pound in, go inside and afterwards look as if you’ve travelled far away. Outside, the /window box/ is trembling in the wind and she decides to /zavezemo/ with some /bedsheets/ to the windowsill, so it won’t fall down. Couple of days ago, she noticed small /snowdrops/ growing in it, which seemed miraculous given that the earth hasn’t been watered or changed for a very, very long time. She looks up to the top of the house, and for the first time notices /crijep/, all stacked up like /cd cases/. Next to it is an opening of some sort, looking like an /archway/. The light breaking through is bright and she focuses her eyes like a /lens/ only allowing the necessary amount of light she needs at this very moment.