Chapter 4
“Just when you think it can’t get any worse, it can.
And just when you think it can’t get any better, it can.”
―Nicholas Sparks, At First Sight
Tuesday, 19:30 tines
As soon as they returned, they undressed and donned their half robes. Mark dug into his pocket and brought out a pack of cigarettes. He put the cigarettes down on the table and went to look for his ashtray. “Please don’t light one of those sticks you put in your mouth, they’re nasty. You know TeBron got rid of that habit for Syn, I could do the same for you,” Juraens said. “They can’t be good for you.’’
Mark sat back down.
“They’re not and now that I have you, I should stop. Before I had no one who cared whether or not I lived or died, except maybe Anya and we weren’t that close back then. Now I have you to liv
