As if what happened between me and Inge last night was the happiest first day for Adonis and Joka, I never loved Inge as much as I did last night, and it continues. Until we both died.
I looked up and smiled at the man next to me, who was now in his pajamas and could no longer sleep in tiger tattoos. That night, when I slept, I complained that the air conditioner was too cold, so I had to turn it down. He grabbed his clothes, put himself under the quilt, and hugged me tightly to sleep. He said that it was better to let the cold wind embrace each other than let the heat sleep with each other, which seemed a bit silly reason, but I was willing to indulge him. I wanted to indulge him in everything during this time, so I made up for what I made him sad inadvertently.
He looked at his face, s
