The Farewell are Short. I have to catch the train.
"I will struggle without you" says Mrs Jane with a little smile. I'm blocking my teeth, to prevent my tears to flow. I laugh and escape in the station to hide my sadness.
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The britain landcape pass in the front of my eyes and I return in London where everybody lives his life. I scan the rich area of Chelsea where womens with diamond necklaces and dresses of great designers goes at a evening ball.
I guess behind the windows of plush houses, tops of the Lines interiors. In the past, all of that was my dream and had a great importance for me, but now with a failing health, it's paltry.
The sun is setting and despite I'm without any strenght, I swear to come back.
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