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"Beware, beware." He was speaking aloud, his arms stretched over his head, caught into the game he was watching, a pale light coming from the left window was painting the whole empty apartment in a livid hue, he forgot the murky sky, the hour of the day, he forgot whatever he had to do, then, in a flash, like a sleeper hoping back to lucidity he felt her, approaching, his chest started to warm up and a childish smile hatched on his face, ready to soar toward that love his body softened, his eyes rolled to fall into the heaviness of sulk as he was watching at a void framedoor, alone, in this gloomy bedroom.