Dante
He knew the weakness of Dante. Dante the king, Dante the leader, Dante the guy with so many fake titles to his name, Matt thought to himself. The roads were alive, the pavement was not, the sun was flaring, as was his courage, as he knocked on the glass door of Dante's house. He could hear them from outside, Shree's annoyed voice, Krish's laugh and Dante's grin. As he heard the knock, Dante moved the curtain to look outside; he saw Matt, frowned for a second and got up. Matt heard Shree asking who it was, and he heard Dante rudely dismiss her like a dog, which Matt took as something to remind him of real strength. Heavy footsteps behind glass door, showing a short but big person, hair longer than his slippers and fingers more thin that his rings, Dante opened the door. Matt took a drag and told Dante that they needed to talk in private. Dante comfortably said ''Well why don't we talk inside then?'' Matt, smiled and said ''no thanks, we're talking out here if you want what I offer.'' Dante strictly said ''let's go there'' and pointed to the empty house next to his. His house was not painted, not even one wall was not grey. The house next to his was the same, but that one had a reason not to be. Dante lead Matt into the house, glanced at the view of growing random grass and then glazed at Matt. ''I want it again, I have one hundred bucks with me right now.''
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Matt Deveraux
Non-FictionMatt's freedom is interrupted by his brother, Sean's short visit. The reason for that pushes Matt to lead a new and dirty life. Will the Prince become King?
