One day perfect stranger comes to my place. Just talking, drinking tea. We are both bohemic ones. We are both strange ones. "What's that?"- he asks me with interest. "One of my favourite things in my room, the typing mashine"...I said. " Can I..?" - "Sure".
He left the couch, sat down on my red carpet. I noticed the cigarette behind his ear. He lookes like a real writer. With tea. On my red carpet. I didn't noticed what he was writing. It was so nice to watch how he types.
"How to get paper out? ". I showed him. He gave me that paper. But I didn't really read it. "I must go now"- he told. And by the doors he stoped. " And..by the way.. that was the suggestion . " . "I will think about that"- I replied. He left.
What was on that paper? I took it.
" I would like to enchant one of my neighbours... I would like...Oh, just say like that, would you like to go to the movies with me, or just far a walk..."
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Sing..play..again...
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