Birds of a feather flock together
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It was near four a.m., when Walter’s car approached the house. Nervous, he crammed a bra to the glovebox and made sure there was no lipstick on his face. The sleeping room met him with a dog emerging from under the feet of the sleeping wife, empty bottles here and there and a keen smell of alcohol. Getting his laptop out from piles of clothes, he made his way to the kitchen. There were only a piece of bad parmesan and a Budweiser left. The smell of garbage made Walter’s head go crazy. He has been brooding about Belgrade, his family dinners, his Mom’s white tablecloths, his student life, summer time in the USA... and her. The last thing she posted was about her arrival in Rome. He liked to plunge into the past at times. But in his present he had a wife, a car, a dog and a year more to get an American citizenship.
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