I sit on a armchair in the lounge of the hotel, waiting for my fiancée and smike a cigarette. This chick takes too long as always... Why do I even have to marry her? As I look around I see all the buisnesspeople running to their meetings. Or to their lovers... i snort disdainfully. But as I see you, I choke on the smoke of my cigarette. Am I seeing a ghost?
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