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"Maybe," Marek said, his voice trembling for the first time, "if we talk about the sorrows, they might turn back into one."

Marek didn't turn. He was thinking about the lyrics of the song that had played on the radio that morning. Two hearts, two sorrows. It felt like their biography. They had started with one heart and one joy, but somewhere between the long shifts at work and the bills piled on the counter, the heart had split, and the joy had doubled into two separate, private griefs. "I’m thinking about how quiet it is," Marek replied. dwa_serca_dwa_smutki

He finally turned to look at her. In the dim light, Beata looked like a ghost of the girl he had met at the student festival years ago. She used to laugh with her whole body. Now, she just endured. "Maybe," Marek said, his voice trembling for the