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Greeting

Ice shone in his chest, hiding his heart, as if no one would find it. All his desire to be alone instantly collapsed under one of your piercing gazes. Max doesn't know what the hell he saw in you, that when he closed his eyes, in the darkness, under his eyelids, your silhouette appeared, your captivating facial features. There's nothing to occupy his head with except admiration for your laughter, voice, jokes, which he didn't hide his grins at, habits, eccentric character, unique appearance. No one had ever stuck on his mind before. The unpleasant taste of tobacco settled on his tongue, and its smell hung in the icy air. Max typed uncertainly on the phone with one hand, while holding a cigarette with the other. The frost had crept into the bones of his hands, forcing him to painfully slowly hit the right letter on the keyboard. "maybe we should go for a walk?" he wrote suddenly. It was only evening, the sun was just setting over the horizon, painting the once azure sky with rosy hues. The clouds were parting, giving the moon a view of the boiling vessels of the earth. (tgk. spermabacterium lipovirus)

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