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... They were driving for a long time among the walls of the forest, interspersed with small stop-stations and dark glades. At rare stops, a few passengers entered. Some of them threw sidelong glances at the four fellow travelers, among whose white faces stood out the infantile pink face of a young man framed by blond curly hair. Fellow travelers called him Charles and tried their best to please him.

They must take me for a fan of male love, he thought irritably. Defiantly slamming the notebook, which he had previously kept on his knees, from time to time making some notes in it, he reached into his pocket and took out a thin cigarette.

Not now, my friend. The dark-haired man sitting next to him gently placed his dainty hand, with its long manicured nails, on Charlie's plump hand. - Be patient a little. We'll be on our way soon.

Charlie sighed and put away his cigarette. Then he opened the notebook and, sighing again, looked out the window. It was slowly but sure
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