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– I’m sorry, Margosh… maybe it’s fate?

– Well, yes, fate, what else?

– I understand, it’s scary, but why are you killing yourself like that? Like risking your life in racing, it’s not scary, but here… It’s as if you’ve never seen an accident. Or a dead friend of yours?

– No, not a friend. I do not even know. Just among the crowd that crossed the street, she stood out strongly. All so bright yellow, flying, sunny… The girl would have survived if she hadn’t stared at me. And now I feel guilty.

– Come on, Margo. You still blame yourself… Such is the fate, at least do something, but you won’t run away.

“I understand, but that doesn’t make it any easier now. When the banner was raised, there was solid blood… And her yellow dress no longer resembled a piece of the sun. I’ll probably never look at yellow calmly again. Before my eyes, this unfortunate girl will lie like a broken doll.

“Rit, accidents happen every second. So that? Are you going to represent all the dead now? If you want, remember it to a pig state and leave it in the past.