Yesterday Marius was in the best mood I’ve seen him in for days.
Because he’s leaving for Spain next week.
Here in Prague, with me, he only behaves like a reasonably content human being when he’s hanging out with Ovi-2, when we’re watching DVDs, and in bed, where he transforms from a sullen, opinionated, Prague-hating dandy into a playful, laughing, horny sex-nymph.
He’s hardly recognizable as the same person.
Get a couple beers in him — and I do mean a couple; he’s . . .
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