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budapest

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set in the time when Budapest and Romania were fighting for freedom. This is a true story of 5 journalist and a C. I. A. officer who put themselves out there.
set in the time when Budapest and Romania were fighting for freedom. This is a true story of 5 journalist and a C. I. A. officer who put themselves out there.

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03/06/2013

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I fully expected to awake feeling like shit. The massive

quantity of whiskey I had consumed after years of abstinence was

reason enough. But also because Daniel and I had stayed up going

over the interview with Mr. Information until almost dawn and I

had only managed a few hours sleep. We had spent a great deal of

this time arguing about how to rewrite the interview so it wasn't

just a clone of what I had written. He had always been a stubborn

cuss, and hadn't changed a bit. But I too was a stubborn cuss. So

in a quiet way as to avoid waking Jack and Joanne we shouted and

yelled and softly banged on the kitchen table and in the end

arrived at a version that suited both of us. Since the arguing was

of the productive kind, as opposed to the destructive kind, I felt

a sense of satisfaction. Daniel felt likewise and said so.

So when I awoke feeling the opposite of shitty, I lay in the

bed wondering why. I lay there for so long wondering why that I

began to wonder why I was questioning why. Would a hangover so bad

that I had to carry my head in a cushioned suitcase make me feel

good, even though I felt bad. What was I crazy?

Jesus, I muttered out loud, I had a busy day ahead and didn't

need this self-analyzing crap.

I slid off the bed and went to the window. Another wonderful

day greeted me. The sky was clean, and the sun blazed high

overhead. But she wasn't there. I was a little saddened by this. I

was hoping to continue our conversation.

I found Daniel in the kitchen, his head cradled in his arms.

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