

Short story n4It was night. Sometimes I wonder if it is always night. I was sitting on a bus ridding home, tired as hell, just staring blank. Bus was empty when a strange looking dude sitted by my side. - Que pasa, tio? - Wassup, man? - Wanna trade what is in my pocket for what is in yours? That's all I needed, another wacko. Hope he wasn't a pervert or something. Just wanted my bed, for fuck's sake. - No, I don't. - Come on, it will be fun. No cheating, there is something in my pocket. Wanna trade? - Ah, so be it. Left or right pocket? - Right! - Ok, I've got a bubblegum. You? - An indian artifacShort story n4
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Jean Carlos de Souza.
Brasil - Santa Catarina - Blumenau
Contac: jinsketch@gmail.com
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