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'what do you want for christmas?', jared asked me yesterday.
we were sitting in swings in the backyard and smoking late in the evening so that no kids were supposed to be around.
'happiness', i replied simply.
'whoa! well, babe, why don't we get back to my place, jump into the sack and i make you happy?', he ridiculed.
'oh, piss off, jarr!', i wrinkled.
'gosh, you're such a sweetheart, mel!', he couldn't keep from smiling, 'even when i'm being foul-mouthed addressing you you simply can't curse properly!'.
'fuck off!', i corrected myself.
'that does go against your nature, doesn't it?', jared went on speculating.
i hesitated and he laughed again, 'what am i gonna do with you?'.
'keep on buying me cigarattes', i suggested.
'yeah, that's probably the least harm i can cause here', he agreed.
'you sound like a drug dealer in front of a child', i said.
'you know i used to be an addict', he answered pensively and added, 'i have my reasons to feel like that at times'.
'i wish i had you as a brother all along', i said.
'i was a problem, rebellious type. you'd be sick of me at the click of a finger', he made an illustrative gesture and shook his head.
'i was stubborn and obstinate, so the hatred would have been mutual', i replied.
'that would have hardly made it any better', he shrugged and then gave me a wry smile, 'we'd have killed each other anyway'.
'we would have got a hell of a childhood though', i smiled back.
'oh, yeah, no fireworks in the area needed', he grinned.
we were sitting in swings in the backyard and smoking late in the evening so that no kids were supposed to be around.
'happiness', i replied simply.
'whoa! well, babe, why don't we get back to my place, jump into the sack and i make you happy?', he ridiculed.
'oh, piss off, jarr!', i wrinkled.
'gosh, you're such a sweetheart, mel!', he couldn't keep from smiling, 'even when i'm being foul-mouthed addressing you you simply can't curse properly!'.
'fuck off!', i corrected myself.
'that does go against your nature, doesn't it?', jared went on speculating.
i hesitated and he laughed again, 'what am i gonna do with you?'.
'keep on buying me cigarattes', i suggested.
'yeah, that's probably the least harm i can cause here', he agreed.
'you sound like a drug dealer in front of a child', i said.
'you know i used to be an addict', he answered pensively and added, 'i have my reasons to feel like that at times'.
'i wish i had you as a brother all along', i said.
'i was a problem, rebellious type. you'd be sick of me at the click of a finger', he made an illustrative gesture and shook his head.
'i was stubborn and obstinate, so the hatred would have been mutual', i replied.
'that would have hardly made it any better', he shrugged and then gave me a wry smile, 'we'd have killed each other anyway'.
'we would have got a hell of a childhood though', i smiled back.
'oh, yeah, no fireworks in the area needed', he grinned.