May 13th, 2005
How I Left The Restaurant–A short story in small chunks
You see that young man sitting in the corner with his wool cap down to his ears?
– That’s me.
I’m sitting in a south indian restaurant waiting for my girlfriend who will be half an hour late as usual.
I have to kill the relationship today so I try to calm myself by counting the prime numbers in my mind.
I was on 43 when…
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