Zoli smelled like a tomcat today. I got a whiff of its sour smell as soon as he arrived, he apologized, but there was nothing to do about it. We only had a few minutes, then both of us had to run off. So little, but still so much. Sometimes however, so much, but still so little. Zoli came, threw me to the floor, jumped up, threw me to the floor, and then there was no trace of him. Luckily, he allowed me to walk him to his bicycle. And he was holding my hand. And everyone could see me. Then he leapt on his bike, and I could only moan after him: thank you.
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