(Fiction)
I waited three days so that she will advise the date of his birthday. I have the date written on scented paper. His sad face gave me a bad impression. What for that head full of pride and concern? I have no idea. Despite my good intentions, have arisen between us sick relations rare, largely incomprehensible to me, on account of pride and arrogance with which she performs with everyone.
- Do you dream? - I asked once by accident. She said no, it did not matter, that was not my interest. The sun is up at noon and she has the face of not sleeping, feeling ... "Guilty of not sleeping? ... Ja! now filling my ears telling me the problems of their world ... pie that goes to the trash. There are still 49. 
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