She is sleeping around with that guy from her office. Will she sleep with me? If she can sleep with him, she can sleep with me as well. What if she tells him? What if she rejects me? But how can I sleep with someone who has slept with him? It's disgusting. I am not going to look at her like that. But what if she wants to sleep with me? Let me go to sleep now. Will check her out tomorrow.
Looks like the fog just spared my window to the street. The street lights looked liking smokers in an alley. The cobble stones were wet from the drizzle. The street dogs were busy barking at something. A breeze just unsettled the garbage can's lid. My world hasn't changed much. Everyday I look for some sign of change. Nothing seems to change. I have grown bald. My eyesight has dimmed. My kids have grown. The window pane has gathered dust and dirt. The spiders have evolved. Some old buildings have given way to new ones. The neon signs have gone. Still nothing seem to have changed. Change they say has to come from within. But then, what can come out of an empty narrow dead end?
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