Wake up early morning... and day after day giving that hypocrite smile of mine. Sure I'm alright. I'm just a big sack of plucked chicken. Can't bring myself to break that smile, what's more sincere that his?
And then, last week, I said it... I spat the roach off my mouth.
He said it was fine. So I thought so too.
We continued the day speaking friendly, with a slight feeling of wings sprouting out my shoulders. But something in the way he was eyeing me has changed.
The next day, he called me off. There goes my career. As I was watching his eyes and demeanor that day, I guess something in my eyes changed as well.
I gave out the keys. And as I was walking back home, I pulled out my set of keys and had a look. Why, I just have
one left. If I had a car, I'd have another
one. So I concluded, the more keys you own, the more responsibilities you hold.
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