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Conspicuous

“After all these years, you’d think I woulda learned something.”
“Who, me? No, never. You a moron.”
“Thank you. Always nice to kick a man down.”
He necked his drink, and John poured him another one.
“What is it this time heh? Is it politics? Favoritism? Society as a whole?” John asked.
“Fuck you.”
“You delicate flower you.”
He grinned heavily, enjoying the situation. Over the past twenty years, they’d come to develop this sort of push-your-buttons relationship. But they never allowed anybody else to do it. I knew I couldn’t, so I kept to myself and to my seat and watched the whole scene. John grabbed another bottle and put it on the bar. Walt didn’t move an inch. Continue reading

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Non classé, prose

Another day

“I don’t need your approval. Nor do I care about what you think.” she said, her voice slightly going up.
The girl was putting her things together, cramming everything in her bag, while everyone was staring at her. The room was packed with men – teacher included – who were unequivocally animals. Continue reading

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