be what they were talking? ordinariness likely . Littlenesses they will have told him about the daughter, and grandchildren of the ones that had become so great and you both went to school. He will have spoken of my colleagues on the work he did for years, and the director, who could not stand well. They talked of the garden, when they picked the currants, and when she makes jam, and he told the car which had to be repaired. they sat still dare in the back and always side on the left, two sit behind each other, they forward, half turned to the side, feet neatly into the black orthopedic shoe next to each other and the knee-compressed, even if they long ago no skirts and no kniestruempfe longer wore white, and he refused after her forearms on the set of her seat so that his shoulder touched their hands or sometimes their hair when the strands of the ponies neatly behind the ear and stroked her glasses geraderueckte. it felt like a little girl when she was sitting there in the tram and in their pocket phone was looking after, because had been ringing somewhere in the tram a mobile phone.
and she was looking for anyway, even if they knew it was not her phone, and he searched the pockets of his jacket after his, so they could plug together then use telephone their heads like sechsjaehrige child at the kitchen table, behind the whisper back for the parents. perhaps they even from and to each other played the ringtones on their phones not quite new, amused and ashamed at the same time and finally almost embarrassed by the volume of which she could never remember where you put them quieter. and of course it was not about the phones, but about the other to say something in his ear, his hand on the shoulder or arm and to place him quite casually - perhaps - to stroke across the cheek. maybe they have held hands sometimes, for a few minutes, unobtrusive, so it could see no one who knew her, perhaps.
had only started it because of her, shave in the evening, still in operation before he went from work to home and it was him no matter that his colleagues laughed at the aftershave that at one time was in his locker, next to the old razor blades to the vice and the bristly brush. they had once been painted in the ground very easily on the cheek, as he had noticed how he had become careless with the shave. and he would have done much, so she pushed him again so casual about the cheek so that she admired how smooth his skin was and how good he smelled, and so they asked if he would have bought a new razor, and only then and the only reason he would finally really buy a new shaver.
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