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"I did, I heard, but I don't read that genre." - his mood visibly dropped, but he still remained focused on talking to Elizabeth.

As soon as he looked away and turned around, she was gone. A friend pulled her away and they left. She told her friend that she had to say goodbye, but she didn't listen. As she walked home, she thought about Edward's beauty and the feeling it evoked in her. Why do I even think of him, when he certainly doesn’t think of me? Stop it, Elizabeth, stop it, she told herself, I don't deserve it, I don't deserve anyone to love me, after all, it's not my destiny, my destiny is other things, work and movies, it's my goal, it's my task. I will dedicate my life to that, I must not allow anything to seduce me, to deviate from the path. Edward just wondered how he would find her again. When his comrades approached him, they shouted:

"Oh, who's that?" You chose a very beautiful and good one, let's see if you will succeed! ”