"One day I will leave here." With an obvious cry, she turned her back to him in the rain and refused to look back. "Then it's up to me to postpone that time." He put her trembling arms in his arms and hugged her tightly, and looked deeper into the rain with his black eyes. The work I wrote for my wife can only be regarded as a fragment in my mind, and there is probably no follow-up... If you find it interesting - just make up your own mind (hey
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