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She had just left, the afternoon passed, and the sun threatened to leave the sky in any minute. He would have been transferred as soon as it got dark. He wouldn't have been under his own roof, he would have died without love without her. And two comarades, two friends, on conscience. How many times he said that he'd be better alone, now he'd be lonely and not feeling better, maybe because he wasn't prepared, maybe because once you get used to the noise, laughter and talk, then it's hard to go back to lonliness. But loneliness now was the only thing that matched him. With people around trying to help him, he would only suffer half, but he wanted to live it all that pain, he wanted to go through it like it was a black, intense cloud and wanted to let himself invest and feel pray, like his
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