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"Are you mad at Priestess?" I guessed.

“Yes, I was terribly angry,” she confirmed. And my time is running out.

"Don't worry about it," I tried to calm her down. - The world did not converge like a wedge in real life.

She pulled away and looked into my eyes.

“I just want you to really love me,” she said. - Like a Flute, like ... But I can’t - an emotional outburst will kill me! You and I are still not...

The flute behind her looked at her dumbfounded, and I, apparently, had no better video recorder.

“Wait,” I said, “but what about our “solitudes” with you?

“No jokes with time, Shaman,” she said sadly. All this is happening in your imagination and mine. What is REM sleep?

I froze. Every time it was so ... real, so real, and now she tells me that we practically did it with each other's brain. I leaned over and squeezed her in my arms, tearing her off the bed.

“Sorry,” I said. - And I, the fool, did not even bother with this question. Sorry!

The flute behind her also knelt and clung to he
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