Pity extended
"I do pity you." The words were ringing in my head like a broken vinyl record. How could someone say that until he actually meant it. He had left and rain had blessed the hot asphalt, He was sceptical that the whole lane had sizzled as soon as the rain drops had descended. He had just stood there watching the retreating back who had told him that he did pity him. Did he? He didn't know anymore. The cellphone in his pocket buzzed and he very well knew who it was. He fished it out and pushed talk without taking a second look at the caller ID. "Aaron here." "Where are you man?" The voice sounded worried and a little strained. "Finding someone who would pity my ass." Aaron sighed and forced out a laugh. "Anything important? How's the dude?" He hears some cluttering sounds fr
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