I tried to warn you. I warned to repeatedly, Max. You knew the rules. Society rules. Men do not dream of softness, they don’t get lost in fantasies of loveliness. They don’t imagine themselves smooth and silky dresses all over. These kinds of thoughts can only produce unhappiness. And you were unhappy, until the day that soft rain of golden dust enveloped you. And now look at you, Elena! Soft, feminine and happy. All I can say is.. I wish I had braved unhappiness.
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