I didn’t want to leave, but hanging around in the bathroom, as she asked, was stupid. And somehow humiliating. Yes, in general, this whole situation with the need to hide, hide, pretend, is humiliating. It really makes me sick, but it's better than nothing. And when I see her, when she is near, all this flies out of my head. Covers euphoria.

But while there was one - all exhausted. Well, why is she toiling with such nonsense? It’s not good, it’s impossible, people will think ... I’m already twisted from this. Do you care what some people think? Let them think whatever they want, don't care at all.

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