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Happy again

“I’m so happy again! He’s my best friend,” he cried.
“That one word of his…. I don’t use anything anymore, I’m done with it.”
We grabbed onto each other and danced through the cafe completely frantic.
A waiter rushed over and said, “There he is again.”
“Fuck it,” he shouted. “I don’t make shit anymore. That one thing
I’ll never forget a word from him …. never again!”
“When he’s sober, he’s crazy,” a bearded boy told me.
“Him? No,” I said.
“Hey, Maarten, get me a package.”
“Do you have money? So!”
I gave him twenty-five guilders. He ran and shouted: “We share. It
you will get your money back tomorrow.”

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