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What was there ?!.There weren't any shoes, but I found a strange-shaped instrument.This, I have its photo, and you can see it anytime you want.It looks like a long ebony pen, but it's not.As usual, I tucked it in my pocket.Now, leaving is a must, and this time my legs responded .

There was another room opened.Again, the struggle between duty and passion came back as in the old movies.The voice coming from the back of my neck was screaming: "for God's sake !, stop this playing of fire!".You were the one who didn't understand why the stupid heroine walked down in the night to the vault full of vampires' biers.The other voice in front of my head would answer:" one whiff isn't just enough to locate the direction of air, and one point doesn't allow to draw a line ".