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Dragol´s pov I was not nervous, when friday arrived. The f*****g day arrived so fast. It made me almost to crinch. As I had promised, I arrived to the forest mill. I came before they opened up for the evening service. Some learning I had to do. I stepped in. The soft music was sounding. I fill my lungs with the air filled with spice, candle light and citrus fruits. With a smile, I stepped up to the bar. Mari was standing there with her back turned to the counter. She was cleaning the bottles that are on the shelves. "Hi, Mari." I saw how she got spooked. She turned around, with her hands clasp together against her chest. "Dragol, you scared me." She said faintly. I lift my hands. "Sorry, Mari." I smile a friendly smile. "It was not on purpose." "I know, Dragol." She say with her hands
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