1.6

The letter from Snowstorm came while I was still spending time with Ed's "dementors." No matter how much I clouded my brain with strong alcohol, I was smart enough not to read the letter right away.

Closing the screen, I looked at the notification in the communicator, extracted the name of the corporation from the floating text and immediately closed it until the curious Tisza read. She sat between me and Ed, occasionally touching me with her shoulder and hair, and put her hand on my knee a couple of times. To be fair, the other palm was lying on Ed's knee at the same time, as if our legs were replacing her missing chair handles.

Soon I felt that I had swam and my tongue was about to finally untie – not so much from the unusual alcohol, but from the soulfulness of the gatherings and friendly warmth.

I said goodbye crumpled, but they wouldn't let me leave alone. The whole company came out to walk to the flyer, Hang made sure that I had named the destination correctly, then they hugged
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