February was cold. The raining month. She was hurrying back home from work. A car passed by, raising water drops from the asphalt. She silently looked at the machine and the man in it. She wondered what the man was chasing after. People sometimes identify with the machines, and the machines acquire some human characteristics. She always had a lot of muddled thoughts in her head, one after another, without any control and order. Sometimes she would think about the very thoughts. She often wondered if she could control them. And before realizing that thoughts are a powerful weapon, she unconsciously caused the events that would change her life forever.
Rushing into her apartment, she took her clothes off, trying to get into the shower and wash away all the bad things she saw and heard that day. Her body wrapped in a soft bathrobe, she went out of the bathroom and wrapped her hair in a towel in the same color, gathering long, wet, black curls as the water she squeezed was running down her skin. She went into the living room and looked at the table with the envelope with unpaid bills. The phone rang. The number on the display was not a familiar one. She answered the phone in an official voice that she did not like, as it reminded her of traces of manliness in the female psyche. It was the voice for strangers.
On the other end of the line, she heard a voice, soft, strange, attractive and dangerous at the same time.
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On the other end of the line, she heard a voice, soft, strange, attractive and dangerous at the same time.
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