Kristina. 21. Prague. Forever a child, a dreamer, a storyteller. I often forget my own voice, because I too much bathe in words of others. When I was a child, an astrologist told me never to read Le Petit Prince or I'd be lost forever. I read it. I am inevitably gone.
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I didn’t know, I saw. Your haircut, the way you hold yourself, says military. The conversation as you entered the room - said trained at Bart’s, so army doctor. Obvious. Your face is tanned, but no tan above the wrists - you’ve been abroad but not sunbathing. The limp’s really bad when you walk, but you don’t ask for a chair when you stand, like you’ve forgotten about it, so it’s at least partly psychosomatic. That suggests the original circumstances of the injury were probably traumatic - wounded in action, then. Wounded in action, suntan - Afghanistan or Iraq.