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She sat at the kitchen table, staring at the letter. It had been there for days, perhaps weeks. A thin envelope, nothing dramatic. Just a form she needed to fill out and send off. But every time she picked up the pen, something more urgent would co...
It wasn’t the first job he had lost, but it was the first he didn’t even fight for. The work had never fulfilled him. It was narrow, silent, externally controlled. Each day a repetition, every thought too big for what was expected of him. He had tried to adapt. Thought...
They said the grapefruit was dangerous. A mystery. A diva among citrus fruits. A moody sorceress with untamed powers. Those who tasted her carelessly were said to toy with fate.
He heard that. And grinned.
That was exactly why he wanted her. Today, he was in the mood...
He didn’t know how he had ended up there. The room was dark, almost velvety, filled with muted light and whispered voices coming from speakers he couldn’t see. In front of him stretched the rows of a movie theater, empty except for a handful of people staring motionlessly i...
The air was warm as he stepped into the narrow apartment. Inside, they were already seated at the table. Some of them he knew well, others escaped him. Names, faces – blurred at the edges. Laughter, drinks, talk. Voices flowing together, a b...
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