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March 18, 2013

He was sitting on the chair which stood far from the table on the stone shore. The weather was dark a little, but he was bright, answers her how he loves her very much and serious. She was not as mature, the weakness took her to the point when she wanted to cry. She hardly said that she leaves him, he showed her that he love others also and became a pure spirit, invisible.

Her neighbor came on the door. „That’s why he left“ thought she and started to write about her forebodings.


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