happen in that bar by case, what then is your bar. See you sitting there, flipping through a newspaper, as always. and your smile was the best thing for the day: I was there beside you, standing, and you looking at me from below, with your glass front. Instinctively stretch my arm, put his head on my belly ... and your gaze, always inscrutable, suddenly seems happy. I feel almost happy. And I have poured in that embrace all my affection, but who knows if thou hast understanding. Who knows what you've heard. Kneel down and tell you something, and feel your breath in the unmistakable smell of gin ... "now I'd give you a kiss with his love," think. And instead, my friend came out with two beers, "Hello, I must just go." And that kiss not given, and the bitter taste of beer on my lips.
kisses, not data, their taste, and things not done, their value, and these phrases do not think only in bottom of the stairs.
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