Date: 2008-08-27 05:32 am (UTC)
Taras looked at the telephone for a moment, then he picked it up and sat it next to him.

"I don't know why I called."

He let himself fall back on the bed with a soft thump.

Taras stared at the ceiling.

He didn't say anything for a while. He could hear Barshai on the other end, breathing quietly.

That was a good sound, relaxing.

"It's raining here," he said, finally.
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