"You shouldn't be so close to the fire, it's dangerous" He speaks, his tone of voice is deep and slightly hoarse. "Look" He says, pointing his forefinger behind me. I turn my gaze back and then visualize a scene that is somewhat amusing, dangerous, and also somewhat unpleasant.A boy, somewhat overweight and also very drunk, takes off his shirt and starts running like crazy, shouting things I didn't manage to understand and passing by right where I was. He gets to the lake in front of the house and then he dumps it. Everyone here is shouting his name and some other things like, "That's how it's done, motherfucker!" "I'm your fan!" "Make me a son!" "I love you, fat man!" And worst of all, all that was said only by men. It was really funny.I turn my eyes to the boy who saved me from burning to death in a campfire and, until then, I pay attention to his physique. His hair is completely black and her hairstyle is carefree, without crossing the border of the sloppy. His lips are slightly
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