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The phone vibrated as always at the wrong time. Mentally cursing, I reached into my pocket as imperceptibly as possible. The message read: “Hi! Food on business in Kiev. Maybe we'll meet as a thread. Mashka ". The message was from an unknown number, but I knew the sender well.
Masha was the first, still school my love. Now we occasionally called up and exchanged text messages. An unknown number did not surprise me at all: Masha had a special gift for losing phones, breaking them or just changing numbers while saving ...
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Masha was the first, still school my love. Now we occasionally called up and exchanged text messages. An unknown number did not surprise me at all: Masha had a special gift for losing phones, breaking them or just changing numbers while saving ...
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