"In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In L.A., nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something..."
Frumoasa a 3 a. :)
in penultima poza..protagonista isi facea griji pentru iepure care plutea pe-o frunza..
Ultima poza imi pare tulburatoare. Can't really say why...
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