ВТРОЁМ© — l once tried living with two girls. Two girls at once. We lived together. Laughed together. Drank together. Smoked together. Slept together. Woke up one morning... one of them was gone. On the bureau, she left a note. "l'm sorry. l cannot share you anymore. l want you all to myself, or not at all. Please, please try to understand." l not only understood, l was flattered. l was flattered that she felt so strongly about me. — How did you know the note was to you? © Copyright: Роман Юкк, 2019.
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