A drop of sweat made its way down slowly from her lip, while he was carefully observing her from a distance. She was a very good-looking lady of the house, racked in real factories. He knew her well; she proudly wore her stickers. Rumor had it that she was pretty cheap, but he knew there was no other to quell the fire he was made of. They were waiting quietly. Eventually, they both slammed down on the table with hearts carved into it. Right away they mingled in one piece, celebrating his grilled minced meat roll flavor and hers of beer.
(Translated by Iulia-Teodora Urea / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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