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I am leaving, when the door suddenly re-opens.
- Am... wanna come in ?
I'm a little disappointed it is not Erin, but his friend. I hoped for one second he was not a real jerk.
I turn around.
- Oh, no, I answer. Thanks. I think I'm going to go home.
- Take it easy, huh. He is like this with everyone. Even with me.
- What do you mean ?
- Erin looks like an asshole, but he's not. Not completely. He is just a little personal. But he is a good guy.
Okay...he is probably drunk.
- Oh. Good to know, I say (because I don't know what else to say).
Malcolm continues :
- We often organize parties here. You could come, someday. And bring some friends...if it makes you feel more confortable.
During a second, I imagined how it could be like, to party with one of those toxicos. I'll probably end up stoned...or drunk...or raped...or into small pieces.
- Hm, hm. Cool (it is not cool). I'll see (i'll never see).
There is no way I'm coming back. These guys are a little too weird, in my opinion.
- Come by tomorrow night, he insists, putting a freshly-rolled cigarette between his pale lips.
I answer him with an acquiescence smile. But I thought the opposite. I just want to go away from this Red Hair guy. And never ever come here again.
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Tears Of London
RomanceHe is problems. She is too. They are like tears, falling in the nonchalant streets of London. Where will this fall take them ?
