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A woman on a leash with a bulldog rescued her.Sibylla saw the woman from afar, standing on the corner of Gras Street, at the beginning of the trail leading to Ericsdale's farmhouse, alone, but vigorously gesticulating. Draw feet.Sibylla moved closer, noticing the small speaker headset on her body and the wires leading to the cell phone.That's the latest mobile device, and that's what keeps precious parts of the brain safe from microwave interference, or so the papers say. That made me half mad!I hope you will forgive my broken French. Curiosity made Sybylla slow, almost to a halt.The bulldog sits quietly at the feet of the excited mistress, watching her with great interest.

God!Is this the police state we live in?What is it?So you're going to find a freak on the run?Honestly, I don't care at all.I don't want to be walking outside in Sweden with a gun pointed at my face.It was a complete mess. Sibylla froze completely. calm downDon't expect it!I don't feel peaceful at all.I'm going to sue you guys with pistols, take my word for it.I need to show my ID card to go out to walk the dog, I ask you!I didn't even receive a word of apology, for this, I will find someone to settle! The woman was suddenly silent for a while, listening to someone on the other end of the phone.She glanced at Sibylla, who immediately turned her head away.

I understand yes.No, I will not.If you don't accept my protest, I will protest elsewhere. The woman put the mobile phone in her pocket.Her dog stood up. Kajisa, let's go! The woman and her dog cross the street.Sybylla still didn't move. Don't go in there. Sibylla smiled at the woman: Why can't I go in? There were cops everywhere, but they couldn't see them.You wouldn't know they were there until there was a gun to your face.Don't know what they are going to do.But I can tell you, it drove me crazy. Sybila nodded. Of course, thank you!I guess I'd rather avoid all that.

The woman and her dog sauntered away, leaving Sybylla breathing deeply.It must be Yuno.Yelm, little Judas of that farmhouse area, fuck him! She had to go, go fast. How long can she endure such a life?It was one thing to get away with it, she could do it, she had done it.But being an outlaw? She was in such a hurry now that she felt that they were already on her heels.Oh, God!How could Yelm recognize her?Surely he couldn't have recognized her from the picture in the newspaper?If he recognized her from the newspaper pictures, she was dead and not safe anywhere. She must change her hairstyle.At this moment, she is near Lingen, and there are people everywhere, and she can only mix with the crowd.But won't others stare at her?How queer!What was it with the man walking towards her, and why was he looking at her like that?Her heart was beating so hard that she lowered her eyes as the man walked past her.

If she confides the truth to the police, will they believe it?Could they understand that she just wanted to sleep in a comfortable bed?And only for one night, she would pay Jorgen later.Grant's.Of course she will!Her wallet was gone, really. Many people gathered at the subway station.She walked on. But where is she going? As soon as she stepped onto Renstierna Street, she turned around and walked up the stairs to Vuaberg Park, where Sofia Church stands like a castle with.She is tired and needs to sit down and rest for a while.She turned a corner and checked the deserted path that slanted down Rues Ruinstila.No one is following her.

The silence inside the church seemed complete and definite.Just inside the door, there was a file rack with a glass front. An elder stared at her through the glass and then nodded. The elder seemed quite friendly.She nodded too, before putting down her rucksack and stepping into the church. The church was empty except for one person sleeping on a pew, a man with his hair tied into a ponytail.The man with the ponytail seemed familiar; she had seen him a few times at the Civic Mission Center.At this time, the man was fast asleep with his mouth open.She took a seat in the back, put the rucksack by her feet, and closed her eyes.

Total peace and quiet, that's what she wanted. The gentleman in the file rack area coughed, and the sound echoed through the walls, and then there was silence again. God will hear your prayers, says a poster near the door. She opened her eyes again and took a moment to examine the large altarpiece.Over the years, many people have put their lives in the hands of God, and they have built magnificent buildings in order to honor their God and pray to Him at the same time.She also prayed to God when she was a child: If I am destined to die in my sleep, I pray that God will take my soul.And then: Dear God, take care of Mommy and Daddy so they don't die.God must have heard those words because Mommy and Daddy are obviously doing great, thank you!When I lie down and fall asleep, I pray to God to bless my soul.God seems to have forgotten to bless my soul.Maybe he blessed Mommy and Daddy completely?

Well!Bless every aspect of Mommy and Daddy, as long as that aspect is compatible with them. Where did the station master's prayer end up?He jumped off the Vast Bridge last month after learning he had failed his fourth rehab treatment.Is someone in heaven listening to Raina?She used to serve on a Salvation Army food truck, but had to stop working because of an inoperable brain tumor.What did Reina do to get such retribution?And what about Tova?Or what does Jonsson say?And what about Smirre?After spending several years in their own exclusive living hell, they all died.Presumably God did not hear any of their prayers.

Oh God!Your prayer stories just don't stand the test. Thinking of this question, Jorgen.What would Glennburgh say?Whatever the reason he was punished, why did I get involved?Should I be penalized for something?If so, when will my penalty end?When will it be done?She sighed, stood up, picked up the rucksack, and carried it on her back.There is no peace to be found here.She left the church without paying attention to the gentleman in the papers area. The sun was setting when she came out of the church.She went back and looked at the church clock: five-fifteen. She really wanted to sleep in bed tonight, but the risk of going to a hotel was too great, and she didn't even dare to try the Klara inn.The inn was always short of rooms, so if she had a bed to sleep in, there must be someone on the police blacklist who didn't have one, and that person would probably tell a secret to atone for a past sin.

She felt the purse around her neck.For the first time since she had made up her mind to save, she had an urge to use this precious wealth.Have a good drink, so that you can forget the worries of the night. Shit!What bad luck. She turned into the alley leading to Skane Street, about twenty meters along the way, there is a charming small cultural history building, a green door embedded in a wooden fence, the wooden fence is painted Pretty red.To the right of the door, a wooden fence joins the gable of a humble log cabin.She stopped and examined the walls of the cabin.The opening that might have been the coal chute was almost level with the ground and was firmly nailed.The second opening was about a meter above the first, and there was a door with a peg going through the hook to keep it closed.

She looked around, the park was empty. She immediately unloaded the rucksack, opened the small door, and climbed in.