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From the second the phone rang, my hart started pumping with an unknown rhythm. That sound, althought familiar, seamed like a memory trying to escape my mind. In that room, surrounded by a vanilla smell, the only thing reaching my ears was an old song repeating over and over again, slowly, like the time was trying to get to an end. On the starry ceiling of that room, you could barely see some headlight reflections accompanying the sound of cars running tireless on the dark streets of the city.
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