The house warming party
“I don't believe that for a moment,” I stepped in. Knowing Alen, he most likely bought a new house cause the old started falling apart thanks to his perplexing taste and furnituring. Alen like myself was a spoiled kid, except in his case, he was given whatever he wanted without question. He bought a car, trashed it and bought another. In his defense, it all came from his pocket, and since he was a big time software designer, his pocket was pretty full. “Here, have a drink,” he passed me a disposable cup filled with booze. I reluctantly collected it, staring into the cup suspiciously. I expected something to pop out of it but nothing did. “I'm gonna poison you, you know!” he grumbled. “Perhaps I'm just being paranoid,” I said. As I poured the content into my mouth, Alen burst into
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