Chapter 50
Quinton POV
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I look around the crowd, the party music, the groovy songs.
Those rich suits, and I will not be offended if someone takes me for a bartender.
Because no way I look like the same fish in the crowd.
I mean, simple gray jeans with black shirt?
I am the black sheep here.
I don't fit here, yet I'm unable to pull myself out from here.
Maybe a few more days and once I know she will be doing fine, I'll be gone.
This time forever.
Never coming back again, no matter where the life will drag us.
Because you know, it's not easy.
But if we don't stop now, we will never be able to stop in future, even if the string starts hanging us down.
Painfully.
It's a hard one.
But life is that way.
Every so often you just have to pass days on.
Without purpose.
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