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he
never spoke hypothetically. He does what he does and he puts me in
embarrassing situations.
    “I do not know.” I say a little harsh. “But I
hope you did not do such a thing.”
    He sounds mad again.
    “You don't know what you're talking about!”
he says. “It is obvious that you have never cared for anyone and
that you never wish to offer something. Because if you did, you
understand that, by receiving a gift from someone, you're causing a
great pleasure, in the first instance, to the giver himself.”
    “I don’t have to hear all these! How do you
know that I didn't want to give?” I start criticizing at him. “Just
because I couldn't do all this, it does not mean that I don't know
how it feels the need of giving!”
    “Then, if you do know what I mean, why don’t
you accept?”
    “Okay, fine!” I shot at him.” I will, are you
satisfied?”
    He loosens his features into a smile and I
can see his dimples again. He takes out from his long garment a
large box. I stare.
    Because I was expecting a small thing, not a
big box. He gives it to me with satisfaction. Unwillingly, I put my
hands behind my back.
    “What... What is this?” I ask.
    Still smiling, he responds.
    “Open it and look for yourself.”
    I look at him. There were yellow sparkles of
joy in his eyes. A rather awkward moment passes before I find my
courage to take the box. I lift the lid and I take my hand to my
mouth, as in shock.
    The most beautiful dress I've ever seen it,
or I've ever imagined, glitters under my eyes. I'm thinking that
maybe I’m dreaming. With an almost unnatural respect, I pet the
gossamer material with a finger. I jump when Dane leans and pulls
out that wonder of its abode.
    I'm sure my pupils dilate when they see it in
all its glory. The bodice is made only of shiny silver stones. They
all are like small mirrors and they shine to every move.
Immediately beneath it, yards of fabric turn blue ink velvet. No
sleeves, no straps.“It’s... It's beautiful…” I manage to
babble.
    “Then... Will you accept it?" he asks me
again.
    I make a concession.
    “Look,” I say. ”Not as you wish and not as
mine. Okay? I mean… I receive it for now, since it's Christmas. But
afterwards I'll give it back to you.”
    I can clearly see that he doesn't like
that.
    “Well…, what would I do with it?” he asks
me.
    “Well, what would I do with it?” I paraphrase
him myself.
    In some ways, he understands. That's what I
always appreciated him. That in one way or another, he
understood.
    “You put it a little beside you.” he urges
me.
    “I think I'm going to do more than that.” I
say pretty excited. “Wait here for a moment.”
    I take the dress between his fingers and I
disappear into the darkness.
    Perhaps it would have been better to put the
dress on me over all the clothes I wore already. And not
necessarily better, but definitely warmer. However, I took off my
clothes and I got the dress on me. I just wanted to have a big
mirror that I can see myself in it. Because I know, that dress
makes anyone, even myself. Suddenly I am eager that Dane sees
me.
    “Well, what do you think?”
    I appear in front of him. The snow falls over
my bare shoulders, over my thin, bare arms. I have my sneakers on
my feet. My joy is slightly reduced when I see the expression in
his eyes. His irises glow yellowish orange, more orange. That light
makes me feel bad. It instinctively makes me want to run away.
    “Stop looking at me like that!” I yell at
him.
    He then looks at me with bewilderment.
    “Like what?”
    “Oh, I cannot stand it when you look at me
like that!”
    “Like what?” He repeated the question.
    “That's it! I do not know how and in what
way, but I know I don’t like it!”
    “And I ask you ‘like what’?”
    “Like... Like... Like… I see sometimes, some
students at the school that look this way at some of the
girls.”
    “And why do you think they look like that at
them?”
    He speaks softly. His tone is lower