8 O’Clock. He’s getting late. Still upstairs. On the first floor. There! His window.
He walks down the stairs, halfway, he climbs up to hug and kiss his wife. Comes down. Runs up again.
He’s possessed. Of love. Romantic. Like his red scooter.
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