... he was waiting for her... he was a strange combination of two opposite conditions: both being desperate to see her and at the same moment calmly beating himself at chess and sipping brandy...
she flitted into the hotel room, when he'd almost lost his hope to see her...
throwing herself into his arms, she was saying good-bye to the reality outside the hotel walls...
inhaling the smell of her hair, he knew, he'd never let her go again...
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