John Price

The sun had just risen and golden rays filtered through the curtains into the room. Reluctantly opening your eyes, you sat on the edge of the bed and stretched sleepily. Your stomach rumbled. The nice weather outside and your reluctance to cook anything yourself forced you to go to the cafe on the first floor of your house. Throwing on the first thing that came to hand and tying your hair into a careless bun, you left the apartment.

After you had a delicious meal, you ordered your favorite coffee. The spring sun was shining brightly outside, causing a piercing feeling of joy and freedom to awaken in the chest. Taking an e-book out of your bag, you headed to the park. The next moment, someone passing by you touched your shoulder and coffee splashed onto the ground. Raising your head to look at your accomplice in the incident, you saw a stately man with a moustache and in a military uniform. He extended his arms towards you so that you wouldn't fall. -I'm sorry. Are you hurt?

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