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I put one hand under his neck and the other hand under his knee and hugged him. I looked at him. His eyes were dull. My mouth was half open. I cleaned the ceramic from the spilled blood. He liked cleanliness. I should not have let him be upset. He never understood. I did not want him to be upset. I took off his clothes and took him to the bathroom. I opened it warmly, I washed his whole body, it was red, it was disappearing, and the whiteness of his body became more apparent than ever, no matter how hard I tried, I could not clean the hole on his left chest. I took off my clothes more than before. I liked the color contrast of our skin. He liked it. If he liked it, why did he want to go? Why did he want to leave me alone? He was in a normal state, he was afraid of this change of unusual states, but this time he was not in a normal state. His eyes were open and his mouth was open. Yeah, I don't have to surprise when it comes to getting more and more like you are always great. You're all wonderful all the great chit why don't you cooperate, don't you know why you have me, but now you were not surprised at all. I work for you too, I locked my hands tightly behind his waist and I hit him again on the back, biting his head and staring with pleasure instead of my teeth. I did not remember you, I will be comfortable with you tonight, I know everything is different, now you are tired, you are always tired afterwards, so let me take off your clothes. So why did he want a lamb, he no longer wants a lamb, I forgive him I shouted for forgiveness, I went to sit at the table, my eyes hit a black body, how much it looked like a gun, how much it looked like a gun that I took out of the closet a few hours ago, I went to the gun, you knew I love a gun, you knew, I brought it, I looked at the hole that was not visible from under the clothes, I looked at his suitcase, which was still in the door, I looked at my trembling hands, I looked at the clock, apparently it was XNUMX o'clock, who knows what time it really was, I looked at the bullet in the gun. There used to be two of them, one of which was lost, yes, it must have been lost, lost, lost.