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You’re too kind.
And I met a person. And this person said, “What are you doing here, this late?” And I kinda stumbled on my words. Taken back by the tone of her voice. Smooth and clear, like an angel’s tune.
“I can’t sleep, I’ll have a beer,”
And it made no sense. Since when do I drink beer? Never.
“What’s on your mind?”
She asked, her thin long fingers worked the counter, and just like that, a bottle was settled right in front of me.
“A lot of bullsh*t,” an unknown amused chuckle escaped my throat. And it scared the heck out of me. Where did it come from? Not drunk yet... not forgetting yet. Still me. And she’s kinda looking at my way, my expressions speaking louder than words. “Won’t your wife know you’re missing?” She’s not very observant. I looked at my hand, no ring anywhere. And it clicked, why is she asking so many questions? The beer looked watery. Not my thing. “Don’t you like?” My shrugged was enough. “Here, take this, sugar” Another unexpected chuckle leaves my thirsty lips. “I know your kind,” And I laughed this time. Amused by the whole ordeal. “I see your kind here, all the time” she kept going. The cheap background ass Christmas lights, reminded me where the f*** I was. Not drunk yet. “I bet you do, miss,” now we’re talking. A couple of shots later, heaven seemed closer. I could taste it. “You remind me of my ex-husband,” she spoke, suddenly breaking my thoughts away. Chasing away memories deeply rooted in my brain.
“He was a really amazing man. He loved me. He thought I was the best thing in his life,” the sparkling lights hanging above her head illuminated certain parts of her face. “Two years later, he scrambles out with the groupie,” Her chuckled made him smile. “You’re too kind,” Damien poured down another shot, ironically, he could related.
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