One. The letters are hard - a short story about Peter.

Abstract

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I've been watching her for years! Here and now, I watch her nibble a lock of hair, hurriedly swallowing the lines of a love novel, like a real heroine of a time. With each new line, the glow in her brown eyes intensifies. Her pupils dilate and contract in the rhythm of the letters dancing in her gaze. Completely committed to reading, reading and not suspecting that its existence in my space awakens oscillations of electromagnetic space, atoms collide and I breathe rapidly.