Holodna…tak holodna… Mother thought. Of course she wasn’t thinking about the weather. It was above twenty degrees Celsius, and mildly cloudy, but inside her house, with the heating as strong as it was, it wasn’t cold temperature she was feeling. No, she was referring to frigidity of another form. She was referring to how she felt around her son. The day…
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