You're not a gentleman, that I said. You're not. Not even a grown man, as I understand it. I had no qualms. I looked into his eyes, because these things should not hesitate, you know? He let go without. He looked as if he did not understand anything he was saying, as if my words had no strength. A strange thing. And it made me cry, which is what most hate. I yelled for me to hear and the words reached him. I said, I'm like you, just another figure selfish. I think it was a big hit. Because we put the two in the same mud. We could fight. Sunk two, do you follow? There, at ostia clean. Shamelessly. Not warm or envy. Answered otherwise. I changed the subject or deceived me. I would not know it exactly. I was wishing for the end of the tea. Forced myself to drink still hot. I burned my tongue. I still feel a tickle at the tip. Filled my eyes with tears, which gave more dramatic, if possible, to the scene. I knew perfectly well that if some of the two got up, he would fight. He gestured at some point. Did not react. Rather not be I who take charge of the first blow. Never came. There were no women around. Would not have mattered. You know me well, friend. You really know what life is. And, as have guessed, the discussion died before. Dissolved and none made any effort to continue with comedy.
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