It was already effing dark when Mario arrived at his apartment in Rue de la Folie. It had drizzled for a while, and his hair was damp when he went into the bathroom. "Oh Hey man!" It was Jack, and he was in a pair of shorts, with a vacuum cleaner in one hand, and vintage wine in another, like he owned the place. "Oh, Jack, you are back?" He said briefly, and snatched the bottle of wine from his hands. He downed a generous quantity and walked straight into the bathroom. "How did you not see me when you walked in?" Jack asked, helping him with his towel. "I was beginning to think you died somewhere and your ghost came back." He had a laugh threatening to jump out of his lips. "You are bathing without a towel too?" Mario sighed, and took it from him. "I just have a lot going on right now. Ce n'est pas drole." "Don't speak French to me, you know I'm an English man." He said, chuckling, "Well, what is going on with you man? You can tell me, yunno."but, Mario was already in the showe
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