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I woke up on the northern outskirts of our small city.

He got up, washed, smoked, drank a mug of green tea, forgot about his doom for a short while.

He got dressed, left the house, greeted his neighbor, stepped over the puddle of vomit, another pack, counted a trifle, decided that he had to start saving.

On the way to the subway, I smoke and listen to the Enotov part on the repeat.

A friend wrote, said that his cat died from old age, loaded, agreed to drink somehow.

I’m going further, I pass by the houses of those whom I once loved, made music louder, accelerated my step, and lit another one.

Here is the metro, I pass by the cops, sharply about how I was accepted here I recall. Smiling, I will hold out the last money of a tired woman in a semicircular window, I ask two tokens, run to the train, I do not have time.

I’m waiting for the next, at the other end of the platform, I notice the former classmate, I remember how I once wanted to award her, now I’m giving my appearance.

I go into the carriage, fall asleep for 10 minutes.

I’m going out somewhere in the center, I went towards the park, I decided to restore, because I still remember the pictures of our September.

A couple passes by, stops, waves something with his hands, I take off one headphone, I understand that they ask for a cigarette, and better two. I give, I put on the headphone, put the song at the beginning and again accelerate the step.

A girl with makeup made in instant lessons, torn jeans and a black mantle, and with her the guy in a pink sweatshirt is already withdrawn.

You woke up at your whore in the hut after a fierce absorption, on which you, under the tracks, Lil Pipa, drowned whiskey. I remembered how yesterday I kissed her friend, hugged her skin, good morning, his beloved said.

You go into the shower, put on my underpants from Kelvin Klein, you remember that the bitch does not know how to cook, while she paints on the bed, sticking into her iPhone.

You are leafing through an insta, she lies with you, sees how you shook the same way the same pussy, arranges you hysteria, angry.

You get dressed, go out into the street, go in the center towards poppy, because your lady does not know how to eat, you can imagine how her friend would have a cancer.

Come, eat, she removes the story, sit a little more in space with a free wifai.

Go out, go along the central, go through the park, forgot about the morning quarrel, two happy fucking fuck.

You take a picture of a mirror in some shopping center, you are in your new pink sweatshirt, she will fit with his lips.

Go further, some strange guy shoot two cigarettes, smoke, go further in the center that you cannot understand to live without each other.