Maybe I’ll come. You can write an SMS once you will enter a pub. Now I have to go because I’m beginning to feel sad. – See you later. – See you later. She crosses the office threshold. R220. The blue lining suppresses the clatter of pins. She passes the neighboring offices: credit, marketing, budget, coffee machine, sandwich machine, vending…
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THE RAT
“This is for you…” “For me? Really? It’s beautiful,” she said, gently stroking the glossy black lacquered body of the two-seater car. “Can I take it for a spin?” Between the black shadow merging with the darkness of the world and her black dress, a pair of silver keys dangled. The muted glow of the moon left a luminous kiss…
