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  • ONE (GIRL)

    My friend had lived all his life in countryside in the middle of forests and lakes. When he was fourteen he went to summer camp and met there a girl from a city.

    He fell in love with a girl, a blondhaired fairy princess of his ultimate dreams. Unfortunately he was too shy to speak to her a word.

    When last camp night approached my friend realized that he has to do something, it's now or never, otherwise he would lose that girl of his dreams forever. So he asked a girl to meet him at sunset by lake shore.

    My friend combed his hair and loaned some deodorant from some other guy in boys’ dormitory so as to give a perfect picture of himself. He met a girl under black-and-white trunked birches. They sat silent. Both of them were very shy. Only mosquitoes were buzzing and dancing in air.

    - You smell nice, girl said at last.
    - Thanks, my friend said startled. – I always use this deodorant. It depicts my deepest thoughts.
    - What is it? girl asked.

    My friend didn’t know. Luckily he had taken a deodorant bottle with him as a precautionary measure. If he started to sweat immensely he could escape to the middle of birches and spray deodorant over himself like hell - and return. So he had planned.

    He took a deodorant bottle from his pocket and read the text on the side of the bottle.

    - Playboy, my friend read aloud proudly.
    - So you feel yourself a playboy? girl asked.
    - Yes! my friend said happily. – I’m super playboy.

    He had lived his whole life at countryside, at a time before internet, so he didn’t know what was Playboy. City girl obviously knew because she said farewell and walked rapidly off the shore where my friend was laughing and shouting and stepping around.

    - I’m a playboy. Come back! I play a lot. Day and night!

    TWO (BOY)

    In autumn the meaning of playboy (and Playboy) cleared to my friend. He sent a letter to a girl where he apologized his use of words.

    The girl approved the apology. They changed letters during wintertime and girl promised to come to visit my friend in beginning of next summer. In June.

    My friend waited June to come. He waited and waited. Snow melted very slowly. He had a comb and every day he cut one tooth out of it so he could count the days left to reunion.

    My friend turned fifteen in May and he got a moped as a present. You have to be fifteen to drive a moped in Finland. He was overwhelmed by joy for that moped and drove with it all days long along country roads.

    Then May ended. With June arrived a bus from a city, Helsinki. Nightingale sang in a chestnut tree. From bus descended a girl, she was undoubtedly even more beautiful than last summer. Perfect fairy princess with magical powers to turn the world upside down. From her skin shone heavenly light and her eyes smiled warmly at my friend. She was ready to love.

    My friend hugged the girl briefly and asked her to sit down on ground. There were no benches around.

    - Watch! my friend shouted excitedly.

    He drove many circles around the girl with his moped. Dust filled the air.

    - Isn’t it wonderful? my friend asked.
    - Yes, girl coughed.
    - Watch! my friend shouted.

    He drove a dozen circles more.

    - Shouldn’t we go to drink something? girl asked, her heavenly face covered with dust. – I’m little thirsty. Bus ride lasted seven hours and there was no ventilation.
    - Soon! Watch first! my friend answered and tried to drive up a pine slope behind a bus stop.

    The motor of moped wasn’t strong enough and my friend could get only halfway up the slope. He didn’t get discouraged at all but tried at full throttle again and again Vrrrrr-rrroooommm! There were pine cones and needles and twigs and pieces of nearby anthill flying around in air. With dust.

    - Isn’t it wonderful? my friend asked and tried to climb the slope the umpteenth time with the moped.

    There was no answer. Girl had hopped into the bus and was beginning her seven hour journey back to city.
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