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"I would lie, if I said ' I'm not thinking about him'. I'm thinking. Sometimes, days are times, when he is in every hour and such hours, when he is in every minute. Still, I'm asleep and I waking up with his name on my mouth. I often realize expecting of his face in the street crowd, but I know, that it's impossible, that I can find it in him. I cannot refrain myself, it's stronger than me. I still press my face to dirty glass and my eyes still are wet, when 'with case' travel about places, where we spent time together. Knick-knacks are the most ache, when sounds song are reaching me, which we listen, when someone list the title of the film, about we talked. When I feel smell of perfumes, which I weared when I weared to our meetings, when somewhere i wiil hear his name, still so close and so beloved.."
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