Four red digits dramatically pointing out the beginning of their departure. He woke up first. Crusted eyes unfastening on a silly flashy poster. Then her. Breathing hard before stretching her arms against her nude waist, then above her ruffled head, and finally towards the far ceiling, the pale hands waving like a skylark who silently devotes a hymn to the torpid morning to come.

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