She wants me to suffer, he spent on his mind. She wants me to regret, to feel sorry for him, to believe in how much he loves me. Someone should take her home, not me. He turned around, put his shoes in his hand to wear it out, closed the door slowly and left.

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He leaned against the wall to stand up. Standing on the wall for a while and restoring the power waited for him to come. As soon as he got rid of the weight of all those thoughts in his mind, he returned to the living room. He found a bag and poured the ashtray into it.

Lipstick marks smeared the coffee in the kitchen sink, poured the cup, washed up the similar ones. He took the hall and gathered it. When he started, he stopped in his own room and fixed his bed. He picked up an old photo frame as he picked up the drawer.

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The man, who once had a husband with dark hair, once smiling, smiled at the camera with a fat girl in the middle. He stared at the picture for a few seconds, then tore it away from the frame. He put the leftovers on the drawer, turned to the hall, lowered the picture on the wall and put it next to the garbage, outside the outside door. Quickly went towards their path.

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