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The sound of the watering machine spit through the park, Ilya is buying a hotdog and something about that seem fitting. My body sore from driving and Ilya is shining. I can't believe that we can do this now. I can just drive and not care where we are going. Ilya surely will offer me a bite even though I don't want one. But I'm not sure if I will refuse.
He is walking toward me looking so happy, he started waving at me. My heart and ribs is crushed under the overwhelming happiness; I couldn't resist myself and walk the rest of the way to him. The smell of the hotdog is not as offensive so I bite one. I also bite his finger while I'm at it. He hiss and and told me to stop but I can't. So I kiss him after swallowing. Honestly, it isn't a good kiss. The hotdog is awful in a kiss and tolerable as food. But I don't care and he kiss me back.
There we are at some park kissing in broad daylight. It's getting hot and we need to get on the schedule but I think maybe it's okay if we stay for a while.