ClaudiaDuwe
Hewasn’taguyofbigwords, , wherehecamefromorwhathewaslookingfor, , , wedidn’tevenknowhisname—andevenifwedid, I’veforgottenitanyway.
, thegreyofthefactorydust, eventhecolourofourclothes, ...andIcan’, , thatanyothercolourmustbeasymbolforsomething, , andsodidhe.
Havingourjobinthefactorywasstillluxurythough, , ’dworkforhoursnexttoeachother, stayingquiet, , followingthesamerhythmoverandoveragain, , hewouldlifthisheadandgivemealittlesmile, , andthoughtheyseemtobehidinganything, Icouldn’tgetridoftheimpressionthatsomehowhemustbehidingsomething.
SinceIfirstsawhim, hehadalwaysbeenaround, andeverytimehegavemeoneofthosesmiles, hewouldspreadabitofwarmthintomyheart, , attheendofthedayitmusthavebeenhimwhogavemethestrengthtogoonsomehow, justbybeingthere.
Well, tomakealongstoryshort, ’, , ’’’; ’!
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, IthinkIstartedtolive.
