The Game of Heavens and Earth
Real friends, not like the people I knew back on Earth.
“Oh, I love this friendship you have here.”
“Thanks,” Katie said. “…Wait, who said that?” It wasn’t me, nor the rest of us. The voice was male, deep and jazzy, and the unknown accent sounded exotic.
“I did.” The voice was coming from the door. Upon turning around, there was a stranger with his arms crossed on his chest and his back resting against the doorframe. He was tall, slender, and dark-skinned, and he wore a navy-blue swallow-tailed coat, knee-length trousers, sandals, and a top hat. He was shirtless underneath, with lots and lots of necklaces of multicolored beads covering the entirety of his neck.
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