It's been several years, that day your farewell sounded like goodbye. It was a special day. He never came...

In front of me, his shadow, his black briefcase and three digits to discover.

Attempts, combinations, time. The shadow there.

One cold afternoon, I finally found out.

Tic, tic, tic, tic, tic, tic, tic.

Tic, tic, tic, tic.

Tic, tic, tic, tic, tic, tic, tic.

7 4 7

- It was empty

-He's gone, his shadow is strength.

-Stay here.

S i e 7 e C u 4 t r o S i e 7 e ✝

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