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She had just left, the afternoon was passing and the sun was threatening to leave the sky any minute. He would be moved as soon as it got dark. He wouldn't even be under his own roof, he would die without love, without her. And with two companions, two friends, on his conscience. How many times he had said that alone would be better, now he was alone and he didn't feel any better, maybe because he wasn't prepared, maybe because once you get used to the noise, the laughter and the chatter, then it's hard to go back to solitude. But the solitude right now was the only thing that fulfilled him. With people around trying to help him, he would have suffered only half, but he wanted to live all that pain, he wanted to go through it as if it were an intense and black cloud and he wanted to let
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