Dmitry was sitting on the windowsill playing the guitar, tapping his bare feet on the floor to beat the beat.When he saw me coming back quietly, he panicked and jumped up and down, but I didn't have the energy to pay attention to his continuous complaints.

I prefer to recall the unimportant things, but for those things that can change the trajectory of my life, I often want to seal them all into the deep sea.

The memory of tonight is long, more than what I told Sergey.

Please forgive me for covering up the truth with a clichéd and false beginning like "I had a very long dream".

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