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solid cube lost its existence in the dark hot drink.. I took a sip feeling my senses
coming back to me again..
I raised my head when I heard the voice of the café's glass door opening.. A
blondie wearing sunglasses and pretending to be mysterious.. She entered,
holding the hand of a blonde little girl, that looked like her younger sister or
something.. I watched them as they both went to the table on the opposite side
of the column from us ..
- What will you do with all of this money..?
I asked him suddenly.. A million dollar.. What can a guy do with this huge
amount of money..?
He'll never be able to finish them alone.. I asked calmly.. No anger, hatred, or
even grudge.. Just plain curiosity.. I really wanted to know the answer.. Will he
travel abroad..?
Buy a luxurious apartment..? Go everywhere..? Buy a
Mercedes..? But will this really cost a million dollar..? He seemed surprised by
the question.. He rolled the glass the waiter just put in front of him between his
fingers for a couple of seconds, before saying in a cold tone:
- None of your business I guess...?
Didn't feel embarrassed as I thought I would be.. I smiled as I looked at the TV
screen, that was turned on the news, announcing that it was such a sad day for
the country because of all the tragic accidents that happened..
The irony was in the TV reporter himself.. A flashy elegant guy who tried to look
interested in the poor people's problems and lives, while he was about to burst
from his flashiness and his almost glowing teeth..
The thing that got my attention was one of the disasters they talked about..