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"Mirror" I'm 20 years old, and I have so many worries. Another year I've been trying to do something about it. To no avail. The list grows even longer. Today, it's time to start another week. The first week of the rest of my life. Similar to the one before it, and the one after it. I greet the morning with a terrible headache. First my eyes wake up, and after a while, my brain lazily switches on. Before I can even get up, my dog ​​comes running and greets me with a friendly tongue. All in all, he's a very surprising creature. For reasons best known to himself, he considers me friendly. Well, he clearly hasn't known me long enough... Bus stop. Same thing again. Ages of waiting for the bus. The driver, once again, didn't deign to arrive on time. His reasoning is flawless. After all, work is very serious, so there's no rush. Well, he's finally arrived. Time to go. Inside, it's an unimaginable crush. It seems all of Warsaw has decided to take t...

Chapter 1 "I walked in, I saw, and everything was already clear to me... I knew I'd fall under his spell..." " Wiolka, concentrate!" Aga admonished her friend. "You won't understand a thing about the lecture later. " "Okay, I'm here now." Although she said these words decisively, intending to listen to the lecture, it didn't help; she flew off somewhere far away again... "Well, yes, I'm a student now, and almost an adult at that, I guess, but what good is it if situations keep repeating themselves in my life, like Arek and his charm..." She looked to the side and met Arek's gaze. Of course, as always, it brought a smile to her face. Almost every time she was in his company, the smile never left her face. "Where are you wandering?" he asked. "Nowhere in particular," she replied . "Yeah, right, you can tell me later at the pub." "I'll think about it." "Arek is a grea...

They found Martin Calme's with his stomach ripped open, somewhere in a park, behind Peekadale Boulevard. At the time, I didn't know how he died; I only remember noticing a notice in the local newspaper. Then they found three more people. I can't remember their names. All of them near the boulevard, died from similar wounds. The Peekadale Monster, does anyone else remember that story? They finally caught a homeless man who was hanging around that area. Based on circumstantial evidence, they sentenced him to death. Public pressure can be deadly. Of course, I was also relieved when they caught him, even though I instinctively felt the vagabond was his own victim. But people need deception that allows them to feel safe, even for a moment. In '86, I moved to Cedar Creek and got a job as an English teacher. It was a stable job, a steady source of income, and it didn't interfere with my ability to continue writing. I was no longer dependent on the whims of local publishers...