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Bez nároku na bodík.
Darn those white nights.
Sometimes, it’s hard to tell what day it is. Still Sunday? Or Monday already?
Just keep trying.
The man moved, reached into his pocket.
It was empty.
“Where is my book?” he asked.
He sounded... different.
“What book?”
“The blue notebook.”
“You didn’t have any book, when I got you out of the water.”
“Didn’t I look for it?”
“Well... no.”
The man closed his eyes.
“Then I had to have some reason for that.”
“What’s in there?” Risa asked curiously.
“Answers.”
“Then we’ll find it. Together.”
Something strange is going on. She’ll find the answers.
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