One year ago. It was a Sunday afternoon. Inside me there was just a mess. I decided to go for a walk on my own. I dressed myself up, walked for a long time and then netered that cafè.I sat down on my own. I ordered a tea and an espresso. And I took my book out. I don't remember which book was that. But I started enjoying it.
The waiter had red hair. He had a sweet smile. He asked me where I came from. We had some small talk. Small words. But they were important to me on that day.
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