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He is leaving today and for tomorrow there will be no point in living in this city. Though we don't see each other for many weeks. Though he will return the day after tomorrow. I'm always so worried about him. Though he doesn't remember me until Andrew starts joking like "It's St. Valentine's Day today, sent her a message!" or "It's the best day to ask her to marry you, where are your rings?". And it's useless to ask him to stop it. By the way, his wife will have a birthday tomorrow, what the hell he agreed to go to a such stupid gig, where everyone gets drunk or high, the organization is awful because of Alex, who doesn't care about anything, and the name and reputation of this place talks for itself.
Tomorrow will be day when I will get drunk with my lovely boys from backside surfer, party hard and so on. I hope that not a single soul will ask me about my prince from southern kingdoms.