Under The Same Sky
“I know you'll make it in time. Do you still write?
“Actually I stopped some time ago; I couldn't reconcile with everything else.
“It's a shame, but I understand; after I entered the print shop it became more difficult to maintain the routine with the books, but I try the way I can. He smiled, shrugging, in a sweet, shy and cute way; I even forgot how kind and talented he was too, I used to read everything he wrote, I think that's what bonded us in the beginning, until we lost touch over the years; Before I could say anything more a bus stopped there and he smiled wanly, as if he was apologizing, he nodded and I saw him get on the bus, squeezing his way past the people who wouldn't give way;
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