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June 24, 2008
Her face was uncovered now, wide and pale, half-green and half-red when caught in the neons of the corridor. She stopped to look closely at a poster, saw the shape of him gesturing at her irritably, and followed in. He was sitting down by a wooden table near the entrance; in front of him, on a low sofa, was sitting a thin guy with a woolly hat, and next to him, sucking her thumb, a pink-haired girl. Svieta sat down on a chair next to her guy. The loud, annoying music prevented her from hearing at first.