Friday, 25 December 2009

Paper cups

Every now and then, they would sit on the carpet in his apartment with s slanted ceiling and drink wine from papers cups and talk for hours. The more they drank, the more intense the conversations became. At times they criticized people, at times they praised them.
Like a fish to a bait, he would grab every comment that she made with "I agree!" leaving a big smile on her face.


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