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The lady was talking, projecting her hands on the wall, intercepting the blueish light of the Epson EB-S04.
She felt like adding her opinion to the topic. She felt frustrated, not so many months had passed since she was sitting on a similar chair just a couple of thousands kilometers away from there, erroneously sure to be learning that definition, since that now it didn’t want to show up in her mind.