The 3rd cup of coffee is on the table in front of me. A paper with a printed image. It's burning...
My beautiful life...
The smile...
Laughter...
Imaginary talents...
Dreams about journalism...
Going out...
Reality...
...everything is burning and flying to heaven with smoke...
The smell of Premier Jour by Nina Ricci in the air - the smell of memories. It is
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