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... om, walking into the room and gazing toward the terrace.
His back to her, he sat on the garden wicker chair on the room’s terrace, snuffing out a cigarette with long fingers pinching it out in the ashtray.
The broad-leaved trees on the terrace dissected the light from the street lamps behind into many thin lines, shooting through the neat gaps between leaves and branches, forming conical shapes of straight lines that scattered like the fiery brilliance of diamonds. Under the lens ...
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