She leaned back in the cab with half-closed eyes. You do not need my compliments. But you have, haven’t you?’ He tutted again. The air was sweet with the perfume of flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind. He lowered himself on to her. She did not bother with the backpack despite its due tomorrow status. He—he has rather a poor opinion of his contemporaries. A slender young man, wearing glasses, appeared from the shadow of the nearest van.
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