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[19 Jan 2008|12:01am] |
as she walked behind him, towards the lift, they found the lift packed. it seemed to have space for just one more person.
he walked in and fit nicely into the pack.
"you guys go ahead. i'll see you at the car park."
then one of his friends grabbed her arm and said "get in! don't talk so much."
she found herself awkwardly squashed at the back with him....face to face. it was too much to bear for her. looking at the floor felt much better. after an agonising 50 seconds in the lift. the doors opened.
they walked out separately. they behaved as if they never met.
soon, they arrived at an eatery.
"so what do you want to eat? i'll get it for you."
she felt a comforting warmth. oh, they came from his hands on hers. she has always had cold hands. it felt nice with his warm hands on hers.
"stop trying to be nice. and yes, i'd like to have some nice roasted duck."
after supper, he bought her a pack of cigarettes.
"i'll send you home."
why not? she thought. free cab ride.
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