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John stopped the car at one of the skyscrapers, similar to a huge beehive, in which many people lived. The light in most of the windows had long been extinguished, but there were still those who were awake.

The man behind the wheel sighed heavily and looked at the girl sleeping peacefully in the next seat: her head turned to one side, her breathing was calm, her heartbeat was even, and her small pink lips were slightly parted. John still remembered their taste - sweet, intoxicating. He, for the first time in so long, experienced incomparable pleasure when he kissed Amy. There was a feeling that she became air for him, the meaning of life, the whole universe, the one for whom it is worth living and fighting.

The man smiled as he watched the girl. Beautiful, yes, very beautiful: only her hair is worth something - almost red. A living fire that does not burn, a fire that can give warmth, a fire that caresses and warms. Yes, Amy, you are fire. My fire, the man thought, smiling again.

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