We stayed at his place. My friend was eyeing his creations as they sat on the couch as I stare around. Then we were talking, I was pressuring what I never wanted to apprehend. He started to pack his things, unwillingly smiling. I stared at his creations and gave a closure and a beginning. He went out of the door with his things.
He was in my home, sitting on the broken furniture, willingly smiling. He asked to talk to my parents. He did and was enlightened. I did not hear anything as I stayed beside the beings in discourse. I watched as he went out and cried.
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