Marek came back

He came back of his own volition.

BB and I were sitting in the station Kavarna, and Marek appeared. He walked over and sat in front of me, smiled, said hello, then hung his head. Then he looked up and started talking. He wanted to know where I’d been sleeping for the last three days. I told him the park, as usual.

“No wit friends?” he asked.

“No,” I said.

He wanted to . . .

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