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2017-04-02
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Plenilune
Писатель: Аноним
Входит в цикл: “Рассказ”
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I think her name was Secile, a promising name that tasted like a lollipop but, in general, nothing special: rosy cheeks, thick ankles and a traditional small-town lustfulness together with a willingness to show off. Her flat at the edge of the town turned out to be as small as a cat's forehead, as Japanese say. There was a cat, though. Some people sleep just because they are tired. Poor little Secile. She had faked an orgasm at least three times and now was sleeping what they call the sleep of the dead. To sit, to smoke and to look at her without any thought of what you are looking at. Human thoughts are similar to ripples on the water whereto we throw the pebbles of memories, the memories that would never turn into the dreams again.
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