When I look in the mirror, I see Zoli in my eyes. The moon was already up when we met today, with pleasure I forgot my own name for a moment, and mistakenly said “Agnes”. Yet I did open the window so that Zoli could come in more easily. I strongly caught hold of him by the collar so he wouldn’t fall off the sill, I pulled him to myself, and even if it was an impossible situation, I moved so that he came as soon as possible. Then I let him go, and I thought, sometimes he doesn’t even know that I always see him. It felt like saliva on the edge of my mouth, but when I reached for it with my handkerchief, a line of blood remained on my finger.
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