POW Allen. Pfft ... Baby, who's the other baby? Oh, when I hugged him, we were ready to go straight, clutching his waist and breathe this favorite and familiar scent. But I had to pull away from him and look into his eyes. Hell, I wish I hadn't, because then I froze, and I came to with Hooke laughing. Damn, laughing at me, still smiling Bunny with a smile. And he's wearing his white t-shirt! Did he do it on purpose? — "Where are we going?" — asked my boyfriend with a kiss on the cheek and taking my hand in his. From this action, the legs start to podkashivatsya, and the mind racing. "Um...Ah... there are." - Swing? - Yes! Oh no! NO! No way! Forget what a swing is! We there not shall go even not du... - he now so close, his eyes and lips too close. Tangerine-the smell had already settled in my lungs. I don't want to look into those eyes, but I can't tear them away. I drowned in them and crusade terminally. Why is time so slow? Why is he coming? What am I to do? Close my eyes?
The dream moves away from reality (Chapter 4(Continuation of history)).
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