"Look how you talk to me, girl!" Max countered. "It's not because Albert supports you here that I have to put up with you. Fuck you! Do you fill your mouth to call that theater dating, you deluded? He doesn't even like you in the first place. You had to fix that clown there to make him jealous. What
Albert was sad, devastated even. He didn't mean to be rude to Max or anything, but he was so confused, and he didn't understand why Max still continued to harp on the past. He was walking alone in the middle of the night, not wanting to know if he had gotten lost or not. If he was going to get lost,
"I-I have money, I can talk to them." "You can't talk to criminals, you're probably going to die today." "What should I do...?" "Why would a beggar help you?" Conrad shot. Albert remembered that he had called him a beggar moments ago. Clone beggar, to be more exact. "Okay, okay, I understand, bu
"Are you thinking about jumping off the bridge?" Albert almost jumped with shock when he heard the other person's voice right next to him. He had come... Albert wasn't that stupid after all. "I shall... Why did you take so long?" Albert was angry. The guy sat on the floor, still breathing hard from
He was grateful. All the memories of the night before hit him. He got up and went to where the sound was coming from. "What are you doing?" Albert was trying to get rid of the broken dishes, there was a whole mess in his kitchen: broken eggs, a lot of scattered flour, and the like. "What a mess!You
When they felt ready, Albert called his car. It was late at night when they left the apartment. Conrad was driving Albert's car, since that car would be his from now on. The car was totally different from his family's old truck, which they used from time to time. Albert's car was luxurious; the engi
To tell the truth, it was somewhat relaxing to be able to wake up without worries like before, now that he had switched lives with Conrad, he could pretend to be a simple carefree guy whose only concern he could have was putting food on the table. That didn't seem that difficult. Conrad had a routi
"It's hot today, right?" he commented, undoing the top few buttons on her shirt. "I don't think so," she denied it, brushing her long, wavy hair behind her ear. "Do you want a drink? I have coffee." "I'd love to," she smiled and went to the kitchen, which was open in bold style. The apartment was