He wakes up, picks his battered jeans off the floor, steps into them and pulls them to his waste. He wanders to the bed side table and removes a cigarette from the packet. 

The bright morning sun is restricted by the old sheet hanging from the window, cigarette smoke fills the darkened air.

Her: "What time is it?"

Him: "It's like.... 9.30."

Her: "Urgh, you have to go right?"

Him: "You know me babe."

Her: "Like no one else...."

Her: "Hey listen, don't call me for a couple of days ok, he's back for the weekend and i could really do without ... well you know... anything for an easy life."

Him: "Hey sure thing, i got some stuff i gotta do anyways, i'll see you real soon."

He walks towards the door, just as he is about to leave the room...

"Hey, i was thinking about dying my hair back red."

He turns to look at her and flashes that devilsh smile that only she could perceive angelic and then leaves the room.




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