I recently became a student in the city again and I was living the crazy lifestyle. At the weekend I lay around the house recovering from the week, gazing absentmindedly at the internet. I got a phone call from one of my friends in the city.
He was wondering if I was around town. I said I wasn't. He found it a bummer as no one we knew was around to hang out. Instead we talked about the week we just had.
We talked about the girls we met. They were wild party-goers that hugged, danced and kissed us and even ones that bought us food and treated us to trips to the cinema.
At one point my dad walked by the room. He looked at me as if I had ten heads. He called me for dinner, sounding stunned.
I finished up with my friend and said I'd meet him Monday for another week of it. I went and had a nice Sunday dinner with family. My mother had some questions about who it was I was talking to on the phone but my dad was dead silent, eating his dinner quietly. I didn't divulge too much information, especially about the girls.
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