Let's talk
After dinner we get into a cheesy argument on who should wash the dishes. Red is stubborn and I'm the mule. We decide to do it together as none of us wants to look lazy in front of the other. "I need to take this call," Red tells me while drying his hands with a towel some moment later. "Um, sure. I'll finish tidying up the kitchen." I smile at him. I'm in the living room, seated on the floor with a pair of cushions, hugging my knees with my head hung low to one side. My eyes are completely transfixed by the sullen flames in the fire place that's standing right before me— it feels warm. My mind is clogged with thoughts. Tomorrow scares the hell out of me. If it were up to me I wouldn't leave this place any time soon. But I have to face the music and see what tune I can adopt.
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