NO CHANCE (SHORT STORY)

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We gathered near the house for a traditional light chit-chat. Everyone was in a good mood. The men were drinking beer, and I, leaning against a pillar where the ads board was placed, listened to their gossips and blabber, sincerely trying to be directly involved in the conversation. The weather was amazing—it was a cool evening with a light wind and such freshness in the air that left a pleasant feeling of satisfaction that at this minute you are outside and not in a stuffy apartment. I tried to listen to my friends, but despite all my efforts, my own thoughts led me astray. Sometimes I made an effort to insert short remarks so that everyone understood that I was still present. But suddenly...