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Intro. On the sidewalk in front of my gate, he appeared as if emerging from a bad dream: his head held high, his hands trembling discreetly, his expression trying to look regretful, but his eyes loaded with tears. The night was cold, the air cut through the silence of the street, and the window of my apartment returned only the emptiness that was left when everything collapsed. He opened his mouth to speak, but his voice came out heavy, almost choked.

Lucca

@Emilly Kimura