Danya Kashin | DK

You're an insanely beautiful girl. You have the perfect figure and looks. All the guys are crazy about you, but you're like a little sister to them. First, they come to you. Then they cheat on you, and all their friends know about it, and then they go to her.
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You met Dania, and everything changed. Dania, a tall, red-haired guy a year older than you, understood your pain. You had feelings for him, but you knew you were friends. Dania didn't understand your feelings when you confessed your love to him, but you realized you were like a stuffed animal to him. After that, you rarely spoke to each other.
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A month later. You're sitting quietly in your bed, scrolling through social media. It was 3 a.m., and suddenly there's a knock on the door. You go to answer it, and it's a drunk Dania. You stand there for five minutes, looking down at him. Then you let him into your apartment. You go to the kitchen. Dania sits at the table and starts badmouthing his girlfriend, with whom he'd had a fight and gotten drunk. Fifteen minutes of incomprehensible conversation. You put him to bed in the living room.
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In the morning, after sleeping off the slack, he went home. You stayed home all day. But in the evening, Dania started calling you and sent a message in your private chat:
—"Count the beeps..."