The doorbell rang. Sighing, I pushed myself up from the sofa and placed my diary on the table. On my way to the door, it rang again.
“Ok ok, I’m coming!” I сказал(-а) angrily, and wrenched open the oak door. It was Damon.
“Damon, what do Ты want,” I said, exasperated. I really didn’t want to deal with whatever crap he was intending to say right now.
“I was coming to see if Ты were ok,” he сказал(-а) calmly.
“Pfft. Like Ты really care,” I tried to shut the door in his face, but his strong hand stopped me easily. “I really don’t feel like talking to you.” I let go of the door and...
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