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The empty street had insomnia. The rain, changing its pace every minute, tickled the hot asphalt, making the city turn in its troubled sleep. The ambulance’s lights were glaring in the darkness of teary night like beats of a pulse, the thick windows stole the siren’s sound. She was tousling the heavy fabric of the window portiere, leaning on the cold ice of the rainy glass with her all body,

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1. – Florida is a clean – air state. Indoor smoking is prohibited by law! Please smoke only in designated areas that are located in all terminals! The smell of the omnipresent Starbucks, mixed with cold touch of air-conditioning, prickled nose and awoke immediately. Empty terminals ate the sounds of steps with thick and still relatively clean carpets on the floor. Shiny statues of

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The China is dusty… I like the color – soft blue, I always knew your mother has a great taste… - Yes, darling!.. - Could you take care of the plumber? I need to go to the realtor to fix couple of things about final contract!.. - Yes, darling!..Why champagne?.. - It’s our first dinner in our new home, baby!.. – I can’t, you know… - Nah, doc said one sip is ok… - Ok, one sip!..Honey, stop

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Nothing. Nothing left. The whole life has just disappeared. Twisted down… Like water in the drain… Do I want tea or coffee?.. Tea it is… No coffee. Need to buy coffee… Amazing… Just gone… Like my coffee… Not there anymore … A whole different world… So strange… the way it happens. Nothing left. Fishy-fishy-fishy… Tasty? Yeah, you like this flaky stuff… You’re happy… You don’t know a thing… Just

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She hit “Send” and sighed with satisfaction. The story had worked out well for only two hours spent on it. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered now... She scrolled down the list of incoming mail. 20 unread for the last month. The same address. She smiled and very carefully touched “Reply” without even reading. She had a very clear idea what the emails were about. Time to explain...To: janeclairm@

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- One more round, free style, and that’s all for today! Come on, come on, people! Go-go-go! Merciless thick touchable sunlight, reflected from the concrete pavement, mixed with the vapors of chlorine, made the air impossible to breathe. The pool was empty, only two lines were occupied by tired teenagers, flapping slobby their last free style round. Their coach wiped big drops of sweat from his

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Through her half-dreaming she felt that the car has stopped.- What’s wrong? – asked she, tiredly leaning with her head on the side of the car door.- Nothing, - he impatiently twisted his wedding-band on the finger, - Damn traffic! Damn bridge! Accident, and pretty bad one!- Ok, - she looked outside the window without particular interest. Merciless rain was polishing the worrying, hurrying figures

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- No-no-no, don’t say anything!.. Blindly, carefully his hands were running up her plush toned body that froze in surprise on top of him. Not caressing – sensing. Her skin, so warm, so sweet even to touch was like a childhood dream – happy and long-forgotten, awakening that sharp, almost painful feeling somewhere under the heart. Her lock jumped across his face, she wanted to throw it back,

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These lovely mammals play in waves made by the tour catamaran and jump really high in the air in perfect unison like at the SeaWorld. I swear to God, they pose! They know that they are looked at and purposefully fly out of water in beautiful groups with great pleasure written all over their smiling faces! You are guaranteed to see them during the tour (or you get a voucher for the next trip)

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- For the third time, dinner is ready! – her coarse voice echoed in the huge half-empty loft, running up and down the stairs of all three levels. The answering silence was only broken by the soft whooshing of the ceiling fan and slight beeping of the oven timer. The woman in a long low-cut velvet black gown leaned tiredly on the marble-top kitchen counter, pressing the button of the timer.

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- What the hell? What do you mean he can’t? No, I... I said, no! I don’t care if you have to go there and whip his sorry ass till he finishes next chapter... What? Christmas? I don’t give a damn! I want it done! I said – done! Damned writers..!Beep-beep-beep...- Honey, you have to find something for Aunt Claire! No... No, she won’t! Yes, of course, she is coming! Yes, she snores a little so? No,

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The most horrifying silence in the world? To say "I love you" and hear no response...

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It was almost untropically cold. I was walking down Central, trying to wrap myself tighter in my jacket. But it was still wet after the rain, and angry wind, waltzing dry leaves on the pavement, was prickling me with millions of cactus needles of cold shiver. The city was sound asleep. I hadn’t seen a soul for five blocks. Just me, wind and a strange adagio of the clickety-click of my heels on

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An unexpected smell of Djarums touches my nose right after I say my final yes's and no's to customs officer and cross that magic red line. Why does this smoky veil cover floral perfume scents of Duty Frees? Oh, right, I almost forgot, it's Sheremetevo, Moscow, it's a smoking airport, nearly the only one left in Europe that permits such a luxury. I come closer to the big ashtray by the glass

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