prologue.

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I was lost, literally.

That shitty street didn't seem familiar to me at all.

This was supposed to be North Street, where I lived.

I told my dad I went out for a walk, to explore the new little town.

Chichester, was called.

Me and my family moved here from Brighton, the city I was born in, because of my dad's work.

The village looked to me pretty nice, but nothing special.

I walked until I saw what I thought would be the main square here.

And actually it was.
Bingo.

I didn't need help from nobody to find that street anyway, this was just a bullshit.

•*•*•*•

"I'm home!" I yell, when I'm at home.

"Hey, how was out there?" asked me my twin brother, David.

"Uhm.. fine. I got lost." I answered, without any emotion.

"Seriously, you don't like anything in the whole world except for cats, Netflix and Ed Sheeran, why the hell did I even ask you?" he said, half laughing.

This was the main difference between me and my twin brother: he was so freaking love-full, like a 70's Hippie, always helpful and saw the life always on the brightest side, while I was the complete opposite.

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