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- Then I acted like a dream. In the trunk of the body near the Victor was a box of wine, and in the car were several bouquets of flowers. I took the box and took it to the house. I was in some kind of trance ... Like a sleepwalker, I again went to the garage to capture the colors. Opening the car, I picked bouquets and locked it again, that all was as it appeared at that time, when I found him. He slammed the trunk. I locked it, shut the garage door. By doing all this, I always thought that nothing can move, so as not to destroy the traces. Again I stood in the kitchen with flowers, took two vases and put them bouquets. All this time I thought and acted as if being in some kind of vacuum. "Everything should be made as you want ... - thought I. 'Well, what do you care about the colors. I'm doing my ... even if you do not ... Now I know how important it is for you ... "
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