A night out
After a little silence she finally said something. It seemed like she had to let it all sink and collect all the pieces I gave her. »Wow. You are a bad bitch.« she said and smiled. If I would’ve known her better I would’ve said that she was proud of me. I couldn’t tell but it seemed like that’s how it was. She didn’t judge me, didn’t see me with different eyes, yet I didn’t know how to feel about what she said. »But I’ve heard and seen and witnessed worse.« she leaned back in her comfortable chair and gave me a smirk. Her coolness actually made me feel a little bit better about it all.. »You know what, I’d love to talk about this and continue but not here and not now. There’s a lot to say about this but it’s pretty easy. Unfortunately my shift isn’t over so I can’t keep sitting here wit
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