I’m sitting on the white couch that I and Charlie bought a few weeks ago with our hard-earned money. Since we moved into this city in New York, we have been working our butt off just to provide a living for ourselves. It isn’t easy, but since we have each other, we do it simply out of love, and if you ask me, we have been doing fine, or so I thought. Just right on the dinner table, I can hear Charlie’s phone ringing. I ignore the call because he is in the bathroom, and whenever he is done, he will take his call. I go on reading my book, crossing my leg over to the other. It’s my off day today at work. I really don’t have much to do other than prepare breakfast for Charlie and read the loads of books, which I had stockpiled for over two weeks. I focus on reading the third line of my novel when the phone buzzes up again, whoever it’s kept on calling, causing me to baffle. "Charlie, I think you have an urgent call!” I shout so that he can hear me, but most times the sound of the water
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