The first time I met him was on the street at night when the sky was covered with snow. He hugged her drunkenly and shouted another woman's name.
The second time she met him was at a model exhibition show. There were not enough models, so she was forced to change into clothes. He saw everything backstage.
The third time I met him was in the president's office. He was hiding in the small room with wine bottles on the floor. She walked over and he leaned fragilely on her shoulder. His hot tears fell on her arm, and she was touched.
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