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The sun flooded the room with the warm, gentle sea. Its rays warm my cheeks. I squint and wake up. He lies nearby, his head on my shoulder, and his hand on his stomach. I gently kiss him on the cheek. He frowns a little, and His hand returns to where it was all night — on my chest. I smile and blissfully close my eyes. How good is it ...
We met only two months ago, although it all started much earlier. I noticed Him in the fall. I ran to the factory office. It was on the street ...
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We met only two months ago, although it all started much earlier. I noticed Him in the fall. I ran to the factory office. It was on the street ...
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Rain drops and heels pounded on the wet asphalt. People were in a hurry to shelter from the water that had poured from the skies under sheds, roofs, shops and passages. Only I stood motionless, exposing my face to the rain and enjoying the incredible sense of calm. I was pushed, someone grumbled with displeasure, someone just threw at me angry looks, but I didn’t care. It's so great, people, to stand like that under a weeping sky and feel the sweet taste of his tears on his lips! What are you running from the rain ...
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- Hello! And why such a nice guy drinks one? - What are you, a tax inspector? - she was surprised raised lifeline-strings. - Why should I report to you? “It's just if a person drinks alone, or he has problems, or big problems,” she smiled, showing off her pearly white even teeth. - The tax inspector and psychoanalyst in one bottle is a rare combination - I am defiantly ...
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