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I woke up early, I could not conceive sleep, the ceiling of the room was dark, it was early in the morning, apparently in a sigh I extended my hand and turned on the lamp in the closet, I smiled to see that the light brought me her memory; last night we admired, alone, the stars, after seeing the flowers and I admired her, her words, her attempts of flattery that ended in sarcasm, I enjoyed being with her. I ran my hand over my lips, having alive the sensation of the last kiss, every time I had her a few centimeters away I was killed by her brown gaze, her eyes illuminated a sparkle that reflected in my nose to her mouth, and I could not resist her lips, I fell into her game, the game of love is anesthesia. With this thought I immediately ran my hand in search of the phone.