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There was an ordinary St. Petersburg evening, which Max remembered countless numbers in her life. Rain hit the window sill with measured blows from which I wanted to sleep. I wanted a miracle that would stir up this mundane routine. Max wrote another story, sitting at the computer in short black shorts. Slender fingers galloped across the keyboard, breathing in streams of ideas and insights into the computer.
The cozy silence of the room was broken by shouts from the apartment below. They repeated several times, and right there ...
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The cozy silence of the room was broken by shouts from the apartment below. They repeated several times, and right there ...
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