Contact the cold glass. feelings and emotions in the human world were much stronger than he had been told. I could feel strong anger, anger or a passenger. Incredible happiness or only a small fake smile. Abominable sadness or salty tears sliding down the cheek on a warm summer night on the beach. But there was something that all humans sabíao had in mind: Love. Affection. Love could be seen in couples, men and women, two men, two women holding hands, giving what they called kiss. And the love coulducha older than me. 3 or 4 years at most. He ventured.
- guessed it. I have 3 years older than you. Twenty. -Played with a glass of beer .- Tell me, Bojan ... "I looked for a moment .- Do you have a girlfriend? - no was not going to lie about such things. I was not interested in love. - So why are you so serious? He asked.
- Because I'm well. He finished a shot glass of vodka and left ten euros on the table. Then he stood up. - Hey,are you going now? He asked, annoyed. - I have things to do. He murmured, and the kid looked at him then.
felt as if an electric current into the tour he set eyes on the blonde, they were blue as the sky. The boy had a dazzling smile, and a neatly combed hair. He felt as if hot cross its previously frozen cheeks. The blonde approached him. She smiled at him more closely and looked into his eyes and gave him a soft but sweet kiss on the lips. - Tell your dear God not send more angels around here. He said, whispering
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