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"Do you think Melido gave it to you?" Questioning, I'm going to sit on the edge of his bed.

Finally, he turns up. His eyes are completely clear, the tip of his nose and cheekbones are red. She hasn't cried, but I guess she could start at any moment.

"Maybe," he murmurs. I don't have the foggiest idea. Everything is extremely confusing. — I understand.— I feel something very similar — I tell him.

—Do you also feel that your heart is fragmented, that your life is a riddle and you fall short in a piece that gives importance to everything?—

—In fact.— To tell the truth, yes—I admit immediately, without thinking twice. For quite some time I have had the inclination that there is a large opening in my chest - I run a hand to the region where my heart is - and despite the fact that I try to ignore it most of the time, there is usually a period of the day when that it is too overwhelming to even consider imagining that everything is fine.

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