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I leaned back tiredly on the back of the worn leather sofa and pressed my head against someone's sweater. A soft lump fell under the back of the head just in time - it will be a pillow, its owner will not come soon anyway. She sadly looked at the screen of the sleeping phone, already without hope, at six in the morning any hope dies - there were no messages, no unanswered calls either; just in case, I flipped through the old messages, and suddenly the new one got lost between them. It didn't get delayed.