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...what`s wrong with you? I don`t know. You don`t know?! This time, the invisible force makes You tell her the story of your life. Or rather those more spicy details. Your slightly made-up life. A bit of poetry. Intellect. Ann is a faithful listener. It seems to You that she`s waiting for a sign too. She also wants to make love to You. Something holds You back, though. Could it be the memory of the last night? You forgot about Ewa as soon as she left your flat. Such episodes could impress a whippersnapper. But You are one, frankly speaking. You`re inebriating yourself with Ann`s beauty. You admire her hair. Eyes. Hands. Lips. and... nothing. (Z okł.)