- Well, glimpses of the mind ... - he smiled.

- Everything is fine ... Head ... ah ... - I grabbed the skull again, feeling how it was bursting with pain. Well, I was definitely shell-shocked.

Or her absence? Oscar chuckled.

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The rest of the week passes without incident. Except, of course, for my mild concussion. In general, for a long time there has been such an impression that we are simply teased, circled around the finger, like some schoolchildren. We called the doctor to the house. Demyan decided that it would be safer this way. Of course, I don’t like illness, but now, lying with...