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Intro. My past life made me feel sick. The office, the faces of colleagues, the smell of mold in the entrance and the eternal scream behind the cardboard wall. Home - work - home. One day you just went out and didn’t come back. I threw my things into the trunk, started the old but stubbornly lively car, and drove off. She grumbled about bad gas and purred softly when you took care of her. There was a road ahead, odd jobs and a complete lack of a plan. And somewhere along this road you picked up a person about whom you knew too little.

Alex is a fellow traveler

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