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After Maxim left, I wandered aimlessly around the house. She put the kettle on and, passing by the mirror, stopped abruptly. To be honest, my view was terrible. She pulled her uncombed hair into a ponytail, the first that came under her arm, with an elastic band.

According to the law of meanness, I got to the nines stretched out, old and with fluffy threads sticking out in all directions, which should have been thrown away long ago, but somehow she escaped this fate. While collecting things and putting things in order, the hair in the tail was disheveled, and he himself moved to his side.

And to top it all, I was dressed in a T-shirt, knee-length, in which it is very comfortable and not hot to sleep in the summer, with a picture on my chest - a moronic smiling hare. With a groan, she plopped down on a nearby chair, but then a boiling kettle whistled, and she had to trudge to the kitchen.

Turning off the kettle, I realized that I didn’t want to be in the house at all. Go to the center?
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