feeling sorry for yourself, but then!
feeling sorry for yourself, wishing Barbara was your girlfriend.
"or at least somebody else" you think. "i'm sick and
tired of being a third wheel".
But then...an unusual voice distracted your thoughts. you lift a stone
automatically. "as if that's what's going to save me". you
see nothing and shrug.
but just as you start walking, you hear that voice again. louder. and
closer.
