I unlocked the door, and we entered my house. “Adam, what are you doing here?” I questioned “I figured that if I tried to call you, you would not answer your phone or if I came knocking on your door, you would peep, see me and decide to sit quietly in your house until I leave. So, I knew the only way to have a word with you was to come to your place, sit by your door and hope that you were coming home that same night,” he answered. I stared at this weirdly shaped and odd man in my living room. He was standing there in his light blue, tattered and faded jeans and a random white shirt and his ugly grey boots. I was pretty sure they were once my former neighbour’s boots, but Adam had a sneaky trait about him. He looked like he was fresh from work, although I did not know what he even worked as. However, often, he would complain to me that he had a long day at work and just wanted to rest. “What do you want to speak about?” I askedHe looked around my place first, like I was checking
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