ERIN
- We don't have enough balloons for tomorrow.
It was half past nine. I opened the fridge, made myself a toast.
- We have to buy some more, Malcolm continued.
I filled a cup of coffee, before I brang it to my lips.
Yuk. Hate coffee.
- Send Josh to the store, I said. Tell him to take the red ones.
- Why Josh ? Why don't you go buy it ?
- Because I don't want to.
- Okay, but I don't give a fuck, brother.
- Why would it be me ? I asked, taking a bite in my sandwich.
- You're the only one here who knows the cashieer girl well.
I was looking on the floor while answering back :
- That's exactly why it cannot be me. We were lucky the last time, when she let us steal, but she won't be that nice again. She was really looking upset.
- We don't care, try. Try, and we'll see what she's going to say.
I put my cup in the sink.
- I don't know, man.
- You want this party to happen ? So do it.
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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 ?
