We're leaving the notary. What started in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joyended by the agreement of both parties. We get into the car. You say, I want some gum too. In my backpack, chaotic as always: cigarettes, phone, charger, tissues, headphones, journal, keys, lipstick, so it would be a miracle to be able to find what I need in one try. I dig into the mess for a stray gum. You start chewing and say: it tastes like your perfume, Je reviens. No, you didn't get it right, I say looking ahead. My current perfume is Libre.
Lucian Domșa
It can't go on this way, sir, Ilie Moromeață declared, pounding the table with his fist. If it's anarchy, we should all know that. The king abdicates when we say. Can't you see how stupid you are? Cocoșitu faced him, taking a puff of his cigarette. I've been thinking all night and smoking tobacco. His Majesty will not leave because you want him to. There has to be a revolution or strike. A thousand workers would have to go on the streets and stop working. Even two thousand. What are you going to do then? I'll be damned, answered the other one, raising his wine glass.I'll call the Americans with their bombs.
Ana Maria Dobre-Nir
They met at a rally for universal income. As usual, Mike had with Eric. Lisa didn't like Eric. She kissed Mike passionately, on the mouth, a little too passionately, to make Eric roll his eyes. Mike's lips were soft and he had a tonguepiercing, which kept hitting her teeth. I really like your smell, she told him. You remind me of childhood. She smiled at him candidly, noticing Eric's look out of the corner of her eye. She understood now that he had been planning to get rid of her ever since.
(Translated by Bianca-Andreea Rîmboacă / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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