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The start of winter knew no meaning, 3:15 mirrors the Battle of larynx in room 16, guiltily filling her conscience.
Every hour, every second, his name fades in the atmosphere, so lost. Now she knows what love is, but only a vague description.


Footsteps left behind in the snow, her heart waits by the door, calling out to him. She said his name by mistake; it accidentally escaped....