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Lying in steamed sheets, he inhaled the bitter smell of his seed and wept silently from disgust to the tried pleasure, from contempt for his miserable body, from endless and intractable loneliness.
Once.
A familiar car at reduced speed rattled past the refueling platform.
He drove away about twenty meters, slowed down.
For some time he stood in the shade of the pines.
He stepped back, somehow abruptly, as if reluctantly approaching the wall, in which a young man in a blue denim jacket with a curly sheepskin lining sat on a coal box.
Tall, thin young man with dark features, dark and indifferent.
Tilted to the brickwork, the head regarded the rolled car from beneath contiguous eyelashes, long and black, like legs of a poisonous spider.
On a puffy and pale from cold lips stopped detached smile.
The mean March sun with ragged highlights fell on his sunken cheeks, making the upper part of his face almost invisible.
The glass of the car smoothly dropped to a third.
The young man smelled of the familiar scent of musk and tobacco.
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