3 Digit Combination Lock Possibilities

Grey Street

was ages since I came here. Do not laugh. It 's just a saying. I do not know why I write you after all these months. I do not know how many names you can remember your immortal brain. I do not know if mine was closed. But here I write to you, then, whatever the answers to my questions are not important. With you is never time wasted. My problem now stems from a desire. Let you know what you have for me over the years. E 'damn hard to overcome the distance and your silence. I would like to talk to one hour, as I do not ever pore. As the friend who I wish you were and you'll never be. Strolling in the night and take refuge in a room. I smile. I do not know what you think of these words, I know what you'll see, if you touch, if you vibrate something, if you let me a word. And it was ... What will your words? It 's so hard to maintain relations with the gods. But I'm here for the baby while I was playing with other mortals, little poet in love with the people around you. And now I'm still a baby while I'm writing because the memories are all Lestat. And the dreams too. And despite the difficulties and the years that pass, miss ... no, I never wanted.
AM

And come back, one night.
And read, in one night.

And think. E 'was a blast.
But the truth is that the absence you heard it too.

And just a name.
Just his name alone.

In days, months, years.
accumulate in the bulletin entries and inquiries large and small acts of violence. And unhappy
tickets on the table, twisted pathetic display rights.

Never, never yet caught up. Among the names
stacked.
-Those names with a value-
In words.
-Function words-

then.

one night. A mail whatsoever.
"There are new messages." The gesture made
mechanic before leaving. To share
.
To belong to.

Discover.
INTEREST.

not in that place full of light.


No. But still.

I want.

YET.

Lestat