Chapter 3

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Angie's POV.

I woke up, opened his eyes and saw Herman. Then I realized that he was holding me, and I embrace it.

I screamed and jumped out of the hands of Herman, but failed. I landed directly on the affected leg.

- Ah, leg!

- Angie! What happened? Did I startle you? Leg hurts? Can't get up?

- All right, - I tried to get up, but immediately fell into the hands of Herman.

- And you say "all right" - he said sweetly. Looking at him, I couldn't stop smiling. - I will carry you in his arms.

- No, I can walk!

- I've seen you go - with a smile said Herman.

- I just don't want to worry you.

- Yes you are! You're the lightweight of all my friends! Moreover, we were going to meet. Where will we go?

- Well, - little thinking, I decided. - Come to me.

- Okay, but I carry you in her arms. - I wanted to protest, but he saw it. - Objections will not be accepted! - his smile drives me crazy! She is sincere, kind, and generally he is very cute. Stop thinking about German! Enough, Angie!

- Well, so where to go?

- Now turn right, then right again, though... You know the street Flores and there's a little white house?

- Yeah, I know.

- Great! We go there.

German's POV.

I knew where it is, because my best friend lived in the area. It was he who introduced me to Mary.

While I was thinking about my happy childhood, came to the house Angie. I looked at her and pricked. She curled into a ball and began to resemble a small defenseless kitten. How sweet she is when he's asleep... And when she is awake... She is always cute!

I didn't want to Wake her up, I gently took the keys from her pocket and went inside. The house I was amazed.

Although from the outside it is very small inside, it seems great. The house was so cozy at home, but at the same time beautiful and stylish.

I put Angie on the couch and just noticed the wound on her leg. She was not very big, but not small. I knew only one thing: it must be processed and be quick about it!

AgainI apologize forthe bad translation, I hope youunderstand whatI write.

With love, clarinatic.

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