Last night, I had dinner here.
A friend of mine won a competition in his homeland to do an internship within the heavy walls. His place was small but adorable.
Seven different nationalities, ringing around the table, wine and goat cheese and insults and politics.
Out, out, new friends and more new friends and maybe more?
'you sleep at my girlfriends home tonight?'
The sweet fourteen year old with a knack for english and alarmingly mature broad shoulders. Her parents are not home.
'are you sure I wouldn't be, interrupting?'
I tease, but I want to wary of potential dramz on the horizon.
'eh? Interrupting? Oh I see. No, there is no problem, you see, because we ran ou of condoms.'
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