"Yes, I am older than I look". Alice always enjoyed saying this for no apparent reason and to nobody in particular.
Last I saw her, she was feeling home sick, I guess. I found her sleepless one night at 3 a.m by the kitchen table with a bowl of strawberries and cream. "You know what Nuts! I wish my mom were like you. I mean it. You give me so much space and time to feel comfortable. I so want to go home and meet my childhood friends and relatives this summer. But my mom's going to corner me into submission. I don't want to get married. Not now, never, ever. I am so happy here".
"As long as you pay your share of the rent and other utilities buddy". I muttered sleepily.
"Listen I have a flight to catch in a few hours. I am off to London. Can I get you something from there?" she spoke to the glass of water on the table.
"I envy your life Alice. Flying around the world and getting paid for it. Can't complain, eh? Listen, do you think you can get me some English weed from the Buckingham Palace? I am just tired of smoking the regular stuff."
"You'll die very soon; and I shall be on my way to jail for playing accomplice" she smiled. "I'll get you something to help you smell good. Don't you ever bath?"
I brayed my opposition to the idea and went off to sleep. That's the last I saw her. I shared accommodation and a sweet friendship (with a hint of love) with Alice for 3 years. It's been 5 years since I heard from her.
I am married to weed now. Fully committed to promoting the popularity. Interested?
Last I saw her, she was feeling home sick, I guess. I found her sleepless one night at 3 a.m by the kitchen table with a bowl of strawberries and cream. "You know what Nuts! I wish my mom were like you. I mean it. You give me so much space and time to feel comfortable. I so want to go home and meet my childhood friends and relatives this summer. But my mom's going to corner me into submission. I don't want to get married. Not now, never, ever. I am so happy here".
"As long as you pay your share of the rent and other utilities buddy". I muttered sleepily.
"Listen I have a flight to catch in a few hours. I am off to London. Can I get you something from there?" she spoke to the glass of water on the table.
"I envy your life Alice. Flying around the world and getting paid for it. Can't complain, eh? Listen, do you think you can get me some English weed from the Buckingham Palace? I am just tired of smoking the regular stuff."
"You'll die very soon; and I shall be on my way to jail for playing accomplice" she smiled. "I'll get you something to help you smell good. Don't you ever bath?"
I brayed my opposition to the idea and went off to sleep. That's the last I saw her. I shared accommodation and a sweet friendship (with a hint of love) with Alice for 3 years. It's been 5 years since I heard from her.
I am married to weed now. Fully committed to promoting the popularity. Interested?
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