March Cetro. Hop-hop, snail (№ 288662)

But it was something I finally learned. At least to leave. Not to waste time trying to become her in the company of strangers. Not afraid of missing a hypothetical chance, which is now suddenly a miracle will happen and I shed the rays of his attention, especially that there is no "it" for the foreseeable distance does not exist. Not to explain. Not to make excuses. Not to say goodbye.