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The Boy

The boy looked at the passing landscape. His palms were sweaty… his heartbeat rose. That feeling you get right before you meet someone special. It makes you more aware of your surroundings.

The boy looked at the passing landscape. His palms were sweaty, his heartbeat rose. That feeling you get right before you meet someone special… it makes you more aware of your surroundings.

The train stopped. While stepping out, the boy observed his reflection in the window. He’d seen that look before. “I hope she likes my mustache” he thought.

But she didn’t. “What is that hair doing on your upper lip?” she asked. Not the words the boy was hoping for. So he sold her the coke and jumped right back on the departing train.

2 replies on “The Boy”

Dat Is Uit Het Leven Gegrepen (Farce Majeur):
Refrein:
Jaaa, dat is uit het leven gegrepen
Dat is uit het leven… een greep
Het geluk is altijd met de lepen
Ja, daar zit’m nou net… nou de kneep.

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