It’s six thiry, and he’s not here yet. I am concerned about my chhole, waiting for me, back there. Guess, I’ll call up and ask him to go ahead, I’ll get back home. I have things to do.
Called him.
He’s getting back home too. Doesn’t want to go either. Guess the wild party days are over for us.
Or are they? ;)
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