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This is the first story of my cycle, "City".
It is called "Habit." Actually, This is real story about my friends.
I translated it from Russian, so it may be that is not always accurate selection of words. I would be glad if you indicate to me my mistakes.
I hope you enjoy.
Sincerely Samanata Black.
She was sitting in an armchair and reading a book. She looked very comfortable in their small living room in their small apartment. He sat on the floor and stared at her. He always liked to watch how she is doing it. But she didn't like when he followed her like that observed.
- Am I like a clown? - She asked, as at their first meeting. And every time he smiled, embarrassed, blushed and tried to go somewhere. Then he invented a way out: he sat on the floor, like today, and pretended that he wrote a new song. She is in response pretended not to notice that he hadn't written a single word or note.
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It is called "Habit." Actually, This is real story about my friends.
I translated it from Russian, so it may be that is not always accurate selection of words. I would be glad if you indicate to me my mistakes.
I hope you enjoy.
Sincerely Samanata Black.
- Am I like a clown? - She asked, as at their first meeting. And every time he smiled, embarrassed, blushed and tried to go somewhere. Then he invented a way out: he sat on the floor, like today, and pretended that he wrote a new song. She is in response pretended not to notice that he hadn't written a single word or note.
