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He's Good at Being Bad

Chapter 5 I know him!

Word Count: 1219    |    Released on: 25/05/2021

nt. This man, I don't know what he wants to ac

matching black aviators, and I was still laughing inside. I couldn't help it anymore that I ended up laughing. The sound I made was like a goat try

e, "Everyone was looki

ike we were just two nut jobs finding the comedy in this world. I felt his breath on my neck as he leaned again to say somethi

hat makes it all clear to me that even alarming people are just a game fo

s that a real person or ju

tattoos on. Just tell her that you are from the IBA

fear from the passenger

o to jail when

d never put you in jail. That's genuis!" He

ake a story. Make me lau

st fixed his aviators on and looked straight ahead. A group of men wearing the

hin up to make me look confident. But

ul crew. I looked at him to ask how I am supposed to do t

th, with. You know. Tattoos? I'm from the IBA. Oh yeah... Could you?" I turned to look his way, and he was so red from keeping his laug

e crew gave me a look as if I was suspiciou

g someone from the phone. Whatever you call th

nt to do

ght attendant to look at the problem here. My hands are

ll security so we can verify this. Can I please have yo

! I was lucky enough not to go through facial verification, and we entered through a backdoor. They would all freak out and might

to run! My heart was beating rapidly as I catch my breath; my lungs are on fire because I don't really exercise! I was lucky that

g on there. I looked at the few silent watchful VIP passengers, and I bowed to them, and I went directly to the sleeping man as if I was his

when it wa

getful I couldn't have this checked with a neurologist or a psychologist because obviously, I am poor. Still, as I have researched this, the po

t things anymore. Some memories are suppressed an

ed to me. But what was different is that I was in his position, and he was in mine. We were teens. I shake my head to remember more of that mem

the mirror. I remember a face and a name. But it is no

as opened, and h

, "So do you understand

t intently. "You were him. That's why you couldn't tell me your n

unce his name, a sud

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