Part 3

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From her dreams of high Woodcock birch trees stirred by the voice cousin, who announced her evening out among people.

This is called abundant landscaped, scented and zagorelih persons to gather every evening on the porch hotel with five missing after an osmotic half star. Brezvojna the left is the last blow of fate and headed out on the porch, to the ossified performers and budding designers social chronicles.

A surprise is waiting for you right where you even in the worst or the most beautiful dreamed of. A huge table, also the head of the table sat a sort of very tall, very skinny figure, which was filled with fear. His eyes are scarred into it. She stood there, petrified of uncontrolled feeling of interest and fear. Suddenly he stood up, walked over to her and grabbed her arm. He took her to his chair and sat by him.

The fear was gone and a sense of connection with him was also taken to the bone. They talked long into the night. Without the slightest hints or seduction. Without any sign of x. FOR Goodnight was given only huge  smile and an invitation to the reunion the next night. There at the pier, where a wall. These last words were all he said. With a different tone, a bit more velvety voice, as usual.

Continued .....

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