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— So, what now?

— Now?

— Yep...

— Ahn, now I'm sleepy, let me have some sleep, ok?

—...

Damn. What should I do? Bitch...

— Leena?

— Ahn?

— Are you sleeping?

— Speak up.

— I didn't mean to bother, but...

— Speak up.

— When I said now I was not talking about this very moment, I'm talking about from now on, starting today. How is it gonna be after this party?

— Then it's over, right. Party is party. Come here, kiss me good night.

— Sure...

Bitch. She always finds a way to avoid talking about it. The kiss starts and she is closing her eyes, trying to escape. I think I'll ruin my life, but why not? Living is a big shit, ain't it?

— Leena...?

— What you want, Anacreon? I'm sleepy.

— I wnated to say that... we could no end when the party ends.

— Look at that! The boy is becoming self-indulgent. Good night, honey.

— Yea... Good night.