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Epilogue

Eight months later.

“Well, honey, I want to,” Emily puffed out her lips capriciously, pretending to whine, sitting on a soft sofa in Stephen Cole's living room.

- What exactly? Jonathan asked, rubbing his temples wearily.

- Fish! Salted... No, smoked... no, fried or... cured? I don't know, but I really want to!

- My dear, my dear, the only one, my beloved, well, where can I get it for you now?

- I don't know, go to the store! - the girl continued to whine, releasing a mean tear to heighten the effect.

- Is it at three o'clock in the morning? But saffron, they are already all closed! Maybe tomorrow? John asked hopefully.

"I knew you didn't love me!" - Pouting like a hamster on a rump, Amy was offended and defiantly turned away from the man.

- I love it, I love it...

- What's going on here? a sleepy Steve asked as he stepped out of his bedroom, rubbing his eye with one hand and scratching his stomach with the other. - Why don't you sleep? Night in the yard, and they sit and sharpen thei
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