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and, shaking from the buzz, in the ass D and I finished Rasim, – the night, having flown, came to an end.
it was morning.
They, Rasik and Dimka, together – as always! – went to the shower.

quickly dressed.
quickly collected bags.

everything! Rasik collected his bag first – looking as D and Ma packed his bag, Rasim sat down on a made-up bed.
on the same bed, on which they fucked in the morning and evening for eight happy days and nights.
Zoya Albertovna called – she called to remind that the gathering of the whole group was downstairs in ten minutes – she, Zebra, called everyone.
well, that is, called in each number.
– Yes, Zoya Albertovna.
Yes, we are ready.
yes, in a minute! – Dimka said in a business voice, holding the phone to his cheek with one hand and fastening the zipper on his bag with the other hand.
Rasik looked around the room.
everything in the room became meaningful in ten days, it became native — as if he, Rasik, had lived here not ten days, but his whole life! – Well.
let’s go to? – Dimka, fastening the bag – hiding the phone in his pocket, looked questioningly at Rasim sitting on the bed.
– We must sit down on the road.
– Rasim said, looking at D and M at the bottom up with a serious and together like lost – childish helpless – look.
– Exactly! – Dimka, stepping over the bag, sat on the bed next to Rasim.
– There is such a sign: it is necessary to sit down on the road.
– Dimka, hugging Rasim by the shoulders, pulled him tightly to himself.

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he squeezed tightly – as if he, Dima, wanted in such a way to drown out the feeling sucking in his soul that everything was over.
nothing is over! Nothing is over! They will return home – they will communicate at school, Rasik will come to him, Dimka, to visit after school, they will love each other.
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