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... ing under flickering lamps. Vladimir stood outside the old pub, rainwater dripping from his soaked trench coat, cigarette burning down to the filter.
He didn't really smoke that much as his daughter always recoiled in revulsion at the smell every time he would smoke. No matter how much he would try to hide himself, she would always managed to catch him and scold him. He couldn't help but smile when each time he saw her pouting angrily like a little, angry bunny.
'.... I miss her' ...
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