>>5997472>>5997491>>5997514>>5997586You think long and hard. What story is there to tell that this man might find interesting? You could tell him all about the time you lost your virginity. The girl herself was most certainly an odd character, but she wasn’t the only factor that night which was unorthodox. No, he does not seem like the type to care about such juvenile tales. What about that time you hitchhiked across Europe? You were there for quite a while. You made it into every nation on the continent. From Portugal to Russia, and from Iceland to Turkey. You’ve seen a lot, heard a lot, and tasted a bunch of different things. You even almost got married to a fling in Liechtenstein. No, that would take too long. You would be here for days. Once you start from the beginning it never ends. That is why nobody asks you about your duration in Europe a second time. You spent a lot of time running around the woods behind your house when you were a child. You made your first friend there…oh, that’s right…yes, this story will do just fine.
<span class="mu-g"> Alright. Let me tell you about the first friend I ever made and how I lost her. </span> That got Roger’s attention. He leans in, all attention directed at you. A couple of seconds pass by with utter silence, save for the wind blowing against the tree behind you and the sound of a single bird calling out overhead. <span class="mu-b"> Well, don’t wait on me. I’m waiting on you, son. </span>
You take a deep sigh, bending to the side and placing your elbow on the armrest, gently dropping your face onto it while staring blankly into the distance. Where to start? At the end? No, it would be better to begin your story earlier. Much earlier. <span class="mu-g"> Her name was Estelle. She came from a rich family who rose to wealth decades ago. Basically they were old money. Are old money unless something happened to them in the past…well, however long i’ve been here. </span> That family was pompous. You hated it any time she would invite you over. It did not matter how much money they had, you wouldn’t put up with the snarky attitude coming from a bunch of narcissists who never worked a day in their lives. That’s neither here or there, though. Their family is not part of this story. She is.
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