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Rich and I arrived at a kind of mountain. There were no trees here, just grass, a grass that seemed to have no end. I walked, feeling free. I just wanted to run, run while screaming in the rain. That, that was freedom for me. "Do you like it?" Rich asked me, he had a blanket in his hands. In the distance I looked at the lake, the one where we bathed once. Then I remembered that Rich had told me that this was his favorite place and I was flattered because he had brought me. Only me. "It's amazing," I said, "there is no one but us here." "That's right." Rich stretched out his cloth on the grass, helped him a little and then sat down. "Why did you bring me here, Rich?" I started to feel nervous, I looked at Rich, how handsome it was ... I felt a stab if he fell in love with someone else. Then I began to feel a little insecurity and sadness, I didn't want him to stop loving me because he loved me, right? Or that is what has made me understand all this time. "I told you I would bring you o