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I grabbed the towel beside me as I searched for the time. I met Frankie walking up and down. He was a bit restless.
“What are you looking for? What is bothering you?” I asked
“I am just overthinking. Planning my day that’s all.” Frankie replied with a smirk on his face
“Your smile is kinda weird, it looks like your twitching.”
“Ha ha. You are a funny lady aren’t you?” He laughed nervously
“I didn’t think that I was a comedian.”
“Anyways, where can I find the cleaning supplies?”
“It depends on what you need them for.”
“Just the van. My friend dropped it off. He borrowed it last night and it stiiinks. I wonder what sort of people he was hanging out with.”
“You can take them from the garage. There is a hose there if you need water.”
“Perfect. Thanks hun.” He gave me a kiss on my right cheek as he walked downstairs
I returned to drying myself. After I was dressed up, I looked out the window to take a peek on that Frankie was doing. It appears to be a substance with black currant colour carried by water. Perhaps wine was spilled on the van. It must have been a long night at the bar.
I heard Frankie on the phone. His tongue ran effortlessly as he spoke with anger. The stains of black currant was printed on his hands. I wanted to kiss him goodbye before my departure. Our eyes did not meet. I wasn’t present with him. Neither he was with me.
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