Nastya had already approached the café when she heard familiar voices:
Nastya was just approaching the café when she heard familiar voices: “Forget about that anniversary,” a quiet, slow-murmuring Zhenya said into the ear of Nastya’s best friend. “Let’s go to your place. Or mine. Nastya isn’t coming back,” he added with a dismissive snort. “Of course,” Lilia replied hesitantly. “I’m coming to you now, but […]
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