The morning seemed to be successful, the birds were chirping with such a muffled noise that even a sinner would not be lost here, getting out of bed. Warm air and leaves falling to the ground conveyed the atmosphere of the weather.
Today I am going to a hotel in Brooklyn, this happy city where I am going to spend a few days. And already five miles from it, I am going to visit my sister Amalia and her family. At first I doubted because when I was looking for a temporary shelter, my eyes fell on a place that looked very damaged, neglected and full of suffering and temptation. Even now I have forgotten exactly how I expressed these thoughts.
A local groom advised me to go a little further, promising that there would be a hotel with a warm blanket, a soft bed and excellent furniture. But the attraction of this place was casually intertwined with beautiful images, and I was drawn there. I decided I would stop by just to have a look and a local gentleman took notice. To dispel my worries, I decided to go further and check into a fictional hotel. The room I was dragged into was impressive with its darkness, antique furniture and cigarette smoke that had been stored in its walls for so many years...
(a continuation is being written, I want to say right away that I am bored and spend time at the laptop, so a little more and I will fall asleep from the realization that I did almost nothing)
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is it mutual?
РомантикаConversations about life and pleasure do not always bring joy, especially when the interlocutor shows such excitement for it that not even five minutes pass, as the person already closes this topic with his laughter and stories. That's what Frederic...
