I just moved to Los Angeles. I have a really good job and I rented an apartment with a dream view. But something is still not right. The mistress stayed in the town that I left. And how I miss her. But look, she's calling me on my cell phone. She came in town and we'll see each other right now. The husband is busy with affairs. I run to her and as soon as I get there we end up in bed. I hear the front door. It's my husband, run out the window at once. What, are you crazy? We're on the 13th floor. No need to be superstitious now, she says.
(Translated by Andreea Zofotă / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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