someone mentioned your name today. It wafted over to me like the smell of spicy perfume - pleasant at first, but one that stings in the long run. My subconscious picked it up, without me noticing and, I must admit, it took me a few tenths of a секунда to dig up your file in my brain. I seemed to forget who Ты were for that short amount of time. For that brief, innocent period, I was unaware. The name could have been from years and years ago, it could have been a name I had дана to a щенок many years back, the name of a plush toy, the name carved in a bus stop bench. A name that I had known,...
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