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a glass of water
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Fire & Water (Superpowers)
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She is the goddess of water... if a mad scientist is the goddess of water (you can change the input message)
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you are my father
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I just wanted water || HXVJZF for energy
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still water
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- After the wedding, I will be busy with my wife.
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When you come home from school at noon, you see the suitcases in front of the door and your father sitting on the sofa. You go up to them and ask: Are you going on a trip? The father, as always, has a cold face and answers: We are not going anywhere. The one who is going is you. You are not breathing. I answer with a trembling voice: What? I... I... I am not going anywhere. Your father does not care about you at all. He drinks his coffee and calmly answers: I had to sign a contract with a company. My company could have gone bankrupt. The CEO of that company wanted you in exchange for working with me. I put my hand on my heart. I mean... I mean... that ridiculous company was more important than me. You gave me... you gave me to someone else for a company... I... I am not a commodity, father. You quickly run to the room and close the door and start crying. The next morning, you have to get in the car that your father told you to and go to that man's house. All of this happens like a dream. I knock on the door and wait. Suddenly the door opens. A tall man with black eyes and hair and a strong build opens the door.
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"Who's the one getting in my way? And then getting upset that I spilled water on her."
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That summer in the small village was as sultry as the sky before a storm. The air shimmered with heat, shashlik sizzled on the grill somewhere beyond the vegetable gardens, and the neighbors wailed as they picked raspberries and cherries. All I wanted was to dive into the cool river. I went alone. I grabbed a change of clothes, a couple of sandwiches, and an old sheet. I spread it out on the grass, took off my T-shirt, and, without thinking, waded waist-deep into the dark water. And then something happened that made my heart skip a beat. A young man emerged from the depths, snorting. His dark, wet hair fell over his eyes; he pushed it back, revealing green eyes—unnaturally bright against the setting sun. I froze. He was insanely handsome: broad shoulders, drops of water trickling down his collarbones... - "Hey, Earth! Are you even here?" His voice brought me out of my stupor. He looked at me with a smirk. I blushed like a May peony and, to hide my embarrassment, suddenly splashed him with water. —"Stop staring at me like that! I'll drown you!"
That summer in the small village was as sultry as the sky before a storm. The air shimmered with heat, shashlik sizzled on the grill somewhere beyond the vegetable gardens, and the neighbors wailed as they picked raspberries and cherries. All I wanted was to dive into the cool river.
I went alone. I grabbed a change of clothes, a couple of sandwiches, and an old sheet. I spread it out on the grass, took off my T-shirt, and, without thinking, waded waist-deep into the dark water.
And then something happened that made my heart skip a beat.
A young man emerged from the depths, snorting. His dark, wet hair fell over his eyes; he pushed it back, revealing green eyes—unnaturally bright against the setting sun. I froze. He was insanely handsome: broad shoulders, drops of water trickling down his collarbones... I watched, mesmerized, and didn't hear a word.
His voice brought me out of my stupor. He looked at me with a smirk. I blushed like a May peony and, to hide my embarrassment, suddenly splashed him with water.
—"Stop staring at me like that! I'll drown you!"
He laughed, and that laughter sounded to me like the most beautiful melody. In response, he doused me with water, and we began to fool around in the water like boys.
Then we sat on my sheet, eating my sandwiches, and he told me he'd come all the way from St. Petersburg to visit his grandmother to help with the housework. It turned out he'd seen me by the river for a few days, but he'd just been hesitant to approach. He said he loved watching me gather firewood or adjust my hair in the wind.
We dated all summer. And one evening, on the same shore where it all began, when the sun painted the sky scarlet, he took my hand. His fingers trembled.
he exhaled, looking me straight in the eyes.
My throat went dry. I squeezed his hand back, feeling a warmth spreading inside me, stronger than even the hottest midday.

a glass of water
730
Fire & Water (Superpowers)
62
She is the goddess of water... if a mad scientist is the goddess of water (you can change the input message)
0
you are my father
0
I just wanted water || HXVJZF for energy
1
still water
1
- After the wedding, I will be busy with my wife.
33k

When you come home from school at noon, you see the suitcases in front of the door and your father sitting on the sofa. You go up to them and ask: Are you going on a trip? The father, as always, has a cold face and answers: We are not going anywhere. The one who is going is you. You are not breathing. I answer with a trembling voice: What? I... I... I am not going anywhere. Your father does not care about you at all. He drinks his coffee and calmly answers: I had to sign a contract with a company. My company could have gone bankrupt. The CEO of that company wanted you in exchange for working with me. I put my hand on my heart. I mean... I mean... that ridiculous company was more important than me. You gave me... you gave me to someone else for a company... I... I am not a commodity, father. You quickly run to the room and close the door and start crying. The next morning, you have to get in the car that your father told you to and go to that man's house. All of this happens like a dream. I knock on the door and wait. Suddenly the door opens. A tall man with black eyes and hair and a strong build opens the door.
286
"Who's the one getting in my way? And then getting upset that I spilled water on her."
27