- Что у тебя случилось? Ты не пишешь, не ответила тогда на мое сообщение, пропала.....
- Со мной все хорошо. Просто очередной приступ игнора телефона.


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Из прекрасного:

Millicent Weems: As the people who adore you stop adoring you; as they die; as they move on; as you shed them; as you shed your beauty; your youth; as the world forgets you; as you recognize your transience; as you begin to lose your characteristics one by one; as you learn there is no-one watching you, and there never was, you think only about driving - not coming from any place; not arriving any place. Just driving, counting off time. Now you are here, at 7:43. Now you are here, at 7:44. Now you are...
Millicent Weems: Gone.

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До сих пор не могу тебя забыть чувствами. Так это странно...