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Chapter 52: Best Friends
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2024-10-29 19:42:56The thing was, LD and I were friends. I mean, close friends. Closer tham best friends, actually. We had been sharing the same friendship together ever since we were Pre-School (Her Mom and my Mom were Best friends, too.), that was why I witnessed all the struggle he had been ever since. He was obese, and his obesity was not just any other’s obesity. His case was different, because no matter how I tried to convince him to lose weight, and no matter how hard did he tried to at least engage on the idea of losing weight, he just could not still drop a pound. He had just gotten bigger and bigger, to the point that it was already alarming. If Andrei was fat, he was twice (or maybe twice and a half) fatter than Andrei.
“Well, good then. Let’s go there together,” he said once he was done making up for a breather.“Seriously speaking, boy, I have not taken a pee ever since the lockdown started. Crazy, right? I did not know
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LD warmed his hands on the dryer just beside the wide mirror bordered with gold and silver bars with carvings of mini flowers. When he was all done, he paused back to the center of the mirror and had a quick look of himself. “They are both doing well. There are times Dad is out of the metro for work purposes. As for my Mom, as usual, she is busy doing bacon and cheese sandwiches with tomato slices and strips of lettuce leaves. I’m sick of it, actually. I’m getting more and more bloated because I have been eating from breakfast up to dinner,” he answered.“Oh? Isn’t it supposedly a good diet? And besides, I don’t see any reason to get used of eating your Mom’s special burger. I’m craving for it, shit!”LD brushed his messy hair. “Mom is actually looking forward for your next visit. Dad, too. They are both missing you and sometimes it annoys me because it questions my value as
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“What-what are you trying to do? Why-why do you have a knife, Samatha?” I asked, the trembling of my voice was enough to suffice my veins with overflowing fear and tremor. “Whatever this is, this is not a good joke. Stop it, you are scaring us!” I even added.LD clenched his fists, but it did not look like he was planning to punch Samantha, or perhaps trying to take the knife away from her. To me, he was clenching his fists because just like me,he was afraid too. Afraid that maybe Samantha was not kidding. Afraid that maybe Samantha was not in the right mood for a prank.Samantha moved closer at the same time our hearts moved closer to our rib cage, too. She raised the chopping knife in the air, pointing the sharp edge of the rectangular weapon to my direction. The rusts, the bronze color that sparked as the light of the yellow bulbs inside the comfort room shimmered over the knife reflected our faces on its surface.
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