All day I browsed through an old family album. I tried to discover people I know in the photos, but I couldn’t find anyone. When I was closing one of the windows overlooking the street, a piece of broken glass cut my finger. I watched if I was leaving any bloodstains after me, but the snow remained white. I sat on the garden swing too and swung myself silently for several minutes. It was very good, a lot of memories came to my mind. Today I looked more at the woman who seemed familiar at the clinic, and while I was covering her naked body, my hand accidentally touched her left nipple.
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