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Sometimes the morning is unceremonious, and you wake up from the bright and coarse light that rips you out of the well of sleep. Sometimes morning begins with eyes closed. When you have not yet opened them, you feel how the new day began without you and cars are already driving on the street, birds are screaming with might and main and the neighbors took up the vacuum cleaner. At this point, you realize that it is time to set off from the twilight coast and say goodbye to the coziness and comfort of a warm bed ...
This morning I dreamed that I was lying in a bowl that looked like a big one ...
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This morning I dreamed that I was lying in a bowl that looked like a big one ...
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The basis of everything is the idea. The idea was to come and meet. Like all.
Yes - I came. To another city. It turned out that he had nowhere to meet - he offered at a friend's apartment. That's all - the station in a strange city, a taxi and terrible excitement in the elevator. Legs just did not move. But as it turned out, the excitement was in vain. He turned out to be very nice, sociable - he met with cheerful chatter at the elevator, apologized and took the bag. Like, in general. My weakness turned into a sensation ...
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Yes - I came. To another city. It turned out that he had nowhere to meet - he offered at a friend's apartment. That's all - the station in a strange city, a taxi and terrible excitement in the elevator. Legs just did not move. But as it turned out, the excitement was in vain. He turned out to be very nice, sociable - he met with cheerful chatter at the elevator, apologized and took the bag. Like, in general. My weakness turned into a sensation ...
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