Everybody wants my fucking attention today.
It feels that way anyway. Or they want something from me.
Ovi wants me to download a YouTube video about Timisoara.
Ovi 2 wants me to stop working, come outside, smoke and drink with him.
Marius wants to use the computer. Just now, he wants me to notice his hot, light-brown body in his bikini underwear and sleeveless muscle shirt. When I notice, he’s pleased. He . . .
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