The first time he laughed was in a space where only the two of us were alone, at 4 or 5 o'clock in the middle of the night. It was spring and the night was cold. I was sitting on a stool and he was lying opposite me, smiling at me. At that time I said to myself: Is this what angels are like?
Haha...
It's like being a nymphomaniac, right? I also think so, because it was that smile that made my eyes start to chase him.
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