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-Rich? "I looked at him, he was looking for a bag in my kitchen, he apparently wanted to store the gun or what do I know." "Uhm?" He looked at me. "Why did that man say we were together again?" You and me I had been spinning and it was strange since, as I remember, I had never come to England. It was my first time. Rich returned to what he was doing. "Jhons doesn't know what he says," he replies. Because, as far as I know, I have never been to America and you have not come to England, have you? He looked at me. He had a black bag in hand, he put the gun there. No, of course he hadn't come, and that was the matter, I don't remember anything. Actually, I don't remember part of my childhood. "No, never," I put my lips on one line. Rich sat next to me in the dining room. His blond hair falling on his forehead was so tempting, he wanted to touch them. "What did the officer tell you today?" "He changed the subject." I snorted. "He was just asking me questions about yesterday, you know, when