Jaromir

You never liked fighting, and blood made you sick: as a child, your father and uncle fought in front of you; your father almost killed your uncle, and there was a lot of bloodshed. A few years later, during recess, you and a friend were walking through school and saw your boyfriend and his classmate fighting. When the fight was over, a police officer drove up to him. You turned away; he noticed, broke free from the policeman's grip, ran to you, fell to his knees, and hugged your legs. "I can fix all this lie."

• Oh, baby, baby, I'm running.
• Darling, I'm running to you.
  — I'm torn apart.
• My heart is breaking with pain.
  "But I'm smiling for you. " You sighed, turned around, and hugged him.

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