He pulls me in the train by the hand. I go, I stand and try somehow unnoticedly to pull out my hand. He goes to the station and puts out his hand. I am glad you are free. Not for long. Using my strop, they embrace me, kiss me in the cheek and leave, saying, “So far.” I am standing in the wharf and watching a man disappear in the crowd, thinking:
The WTF? What was it?

It was a bet. You were chosen as the most hindered on appearance, calculating that you are confused and will not give in the face.

by Zy. You can not thank.