The Good Man

The Good Man

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Ich bin ein guter Mann sagen sie. Ich bringe meiner alten Nachbarin die Post herein, da sie zu alt ist um sie selbst zu holen. Ich schlafe nicht mit anderen Frauen. Warum auch, ich habe bereits eine Freundin der ich es fast jeden Tag besorge. Sie kommen zu mir wenn sie meine Hilfe brauchen und ich gebe sie ihnen. Manche behaupten sogar, das ich ein Vorbild der Zehn Gebote sei. Sie sehen in mir den guten Mann "The Good Man". Sie sehen mich an als wäre ich das Meer an einem windlosen Tag. Friedlich und voller Liebe. Keiner von ihnen traut sich hinein zu tauchen. Sie sagen ich sei ein guter Mann. Ich weiß es besser...
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PRESENT-DAY "This last painting is made by an artist who took a long time to agree to sell her beautiful painting. She chose this out of all her paintings. She claimed that this is the best one she made and ready to let it go. So whoever will be the new owner of this tonight, she wants to tell you to store it well for her." He explained vigorously and removed the cover of the painting. I was astounded when I see the painting. It was her painting, us in the bar. I can never forget the shades, textures of her painting especially this. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "I did not feel the same way before. I did not hate you. I hated and torture myself not to see you that I might just hurt you." He added. I really miss this man and I am trying to relieve myself not to give in again easily. I paid the guilt by giving myself to him but how can I not restrain myself from him. I was busy thinking when he hugged me touching my hair. I can sense him wanting me and his head on my shoulders, hugged me like we are just the person in the hotel. People are gazing us now. "Enough, enough, people are looking at us. It's embarrassing." I protested. We sit and finish the meal and share the food. After eating he leads me to my room, I am drowsy from the wine I drink. He did not take a sip of it and it's better for me. He guided me inside. I can still walk but I am losing my balance, he catches me from a sudden fall.

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