JEROMEMost mistakes are made even after we consciously remember that we are about to make a mistake. That was my case on Thursday night, after school, when Nattie and I stumbled out of a bar. The air was crisp, pleasant to take in, promises of a new season. I knew we were heading to dangerous waters when we decided to have a drink after school and Kingston was absent. He had gone for his sister’s wedding after continuous complaining and filling in on what had transpired between him and his sister. The thing was with Kingston around, Nattie and I could easily always be friends, nothing more. With him out of the picture, we were two adults, man and woman, going to have a drink, knowing fully well the history we had. It was a night headed for doom, and I knew that all though and still agreed to drinks, agreed to having more than one glass and staying out longer than expected, inviting Nattie her to my home. We stumbled out of the bar, softly
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