…They were sitting in a cafe. He looked at her, but wanted to see another. Going out to smoke, he wrote her nervous SMS. Toy. Another. And he came back again. And looked at her again. Or through it. And then they walked ahead of me down the street. They held hands. At times he would stop and kiss her sensitive temple. Then they disappeared around the corner. I never saw them again. Maybe something happened to them…Yes. Looks like they’ve had a life…

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Если у тебя не выйдет с ним, я к тому времени заработаю кучу денег и заберу тебя в кругосветку. Будем изучать мир и познавать себя )))
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