“I’m six hundred and seventy this year, Jarlen is eighty years younger.” Mihai says, swirling his glass of red liquid.I don’t need to ask if it is wine he’s going to drink, because I know it isn’t, it is too thick to be wine, and if I think about it much more, I’ll puke before I even eat.Six hundred and seventy, and he fucks like a young man, aren’t I lucky?“You don’t look it.” I quip, smiling at him.“I should hope not, I paid a lot to look this good.” Mihai jokes, winking at me.Just as I am about to respond a serves comes in, bringing the three bowls of spaghetti pasta and meatballs. My stomach once again growling hungrily.I hope it tastes as good as it looks, because I am starving, and if I wait any longer to eat, there really will be nothing left of me. I didn’t eat whilst i was in the cell, it was like i had been forgotten about, and maybe i had. Not that it mattered anymore, Mihai promised me that things will change, and i believe him.i have no choice but to believe him, b
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