Act drunk – take the
matches – dad knows – the lassies regarded him oddly and walked
away – grinning, clearing his throat – odd looking in his
oversized leather jacket and blue cap – he didn't want that we go
to his house – the night was so fucking dark there was a purity to
it – an unusual friendship... that's an understatement, I was a
fucking hostage.
Gesticulating wildly in
a bid to explain.
Later he was morose –
gaunt – withdrawn.
An overcast day –
laughing at drivers – this was during the early days of the hostage
situation.
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