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Scene one.
Zamutka.
Lenka's call caught me at the checkout, buying groceries in the supermarket. Her voice was excited and changed the timbre from a secret whisper to enthusiastic squeals. Shaking out a trifle from my wallet and refusing the cashier’s offer to fold my purchases into a package, I didn’t enter immediately into the subject of the message, nor to the cause of her excitement, and apologized, disconnected.
Already sitting in the "Colt", I typed it myself and asked: - What-what, e & @ ri ...
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Zamutka.
Lenka's call caught me at the checkout, buying groceries in the supermarket. Her voice was excited and changed the timbre from a secret whisper to enthusiastic squeals. Shaking out a trifle from my wallet and refusing the cashier’s offer to fold my purchases into a package, I didn’t enter immediately into the subject of the message, nor to the cause of her excitement, and apologized, disconnected.
Already sitting in the "Colt", I typed it myself and asked: - What-what, e & @ ri ...
Read more →