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imagined The building is elegant, easy to be a hundred years old, but not tinged with time. The entire wall is painted white, consisting of three square and well proportioned. The windows and doors are carefully preserved so the ancient architecture is still intact. In that dreamlike scene, there was no vehicle, except my truck. Surrounded by the sound of river water flowing somewhere very close, resounding from within the foggy mist. - Ồ oo ... - You like it? Edwrad asked with a smile. - Really ... great ... He gently pulled my tail and giggled. - Wake up yet? - He asked again and opened the door for me. - No ... But, let's go - I try to laugh, but the laughter is blocked somewhere in the throat. I stroke my hair nervously. "I'm so adorable," Edward said at the same time, grabbing my hand without any hesitation. The two of us, hands in hand, entered the shade ... I understand he felt the tension is flooding my soul, so gentle, his thumb rubs lightly on the palm of my...