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— I do not understand, Reth, — he muttered. — We’ve been together for two years… did you find someone else? Or are you embarrassed that I’m younger? It’s not for long…

— Gambler, how old are I, do you think? — she interrupted the boy.

— Why this question, Reth? It does not matter to me how old you are!

— Answer me, Gambler, — the woman said wearily.

He frowned and thought.

— There are no Elves in our world, — he answered slowly after a short hesitation. — But they lived for two hundred or three hundred years… Perhaps you are one hundred and fifty?

— So little did they live? — the woman was amazed.  — But it does not matter. I’m almost three thousand years old, Gambler and I are immortal.

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— Gambler, — Object called to the young man, drawing his attention. He looked up from the contemplation of the sky and looked at the girl absently.

— I want to apologize to you, — she said quickly. — Though
you insult me, but we have many common genes with you, and maybe I can
even call you my relative … what are you doing? Do not hug me, otherwise you’ll get into the eye!

— Hey, little sister, — he whispered in her ear, — I love you, too.

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Two years later.

— I look like an idiot, do not I? — Gambler critically examined himself in the mirror. The tie crushed his neck and he would have gladly disposed of it.

— No, you are an idiot, —  Object told him, appearing in the doorway. — Faster! I do not want to be late for my own wedding!

— How did you get married at all, — grumbled the young man and grabbed Reth by the shoulders. The woman laughed, but did not break out.

— Reth, maybe, well, all to hell? Stay at home?

— Well, I do not. I have to see with my own eyes that she is finally being taken from under my care.

The woman corrected his tie and smiled at the young man:

— Come on, Gambler. Do not be nervous about Object … even more than usual.

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