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And Sasha something is not visible.
But at home.
Just saw a glimpse of the shadow in the kitchen through pockmarked glass.
We sit in low deep gray armchairs in an empty, not yet furnished room.

Between us there is a serving table with a bottle of Enessi and a box of chocolates.
Out of politeness, I sip a couple of sips.
Boris is clearly clamped, shackled.
He turns the glass in his hands, which he devastated in one gulp, finally begins to speak, with his head down, not looking at me.
– You see, I love her.
I love Sasha.
I never loved anyone like that.
She: She is a very unusual girl.
She is so gentle, tender.
She: In general, she: She was a man.
We met for a long time.
Lord, I was like a fifteen year old kid.
Like a boy in love.
Like a happy boy in love.
I gave her flowers, mountains of flowers.
We kissed only two weeks later.
She felt, felt that I wanted more.
She: she caressed me with her lips.
It was delicious.
When I first saw her: I love her very much.
I don’t care what she is.
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