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truth, I know that Carolina doesn't understand much English, but everything she said has to do with betting. Coming from Brian's mouth, it makes it more than clear that h
re you going to say that you didn't bet this one and your uncle that you would sleep with my friend? Samuel takes a nervous step back, but I don't believe a word of what I see. -What are you talking about, Barbara? I've never done that and I would never do something like that to any woman... - Lie! - I exclaim, outraged. How can men invent so much? - My friend heard your conversation. He's nothing more than a cheap conqueror who only used her. I explain everything I know, but then Samuel starts saying that it was Carolina's fault, and when my friend arrives with her ex, the tent is up. However, in the middle of their argument, I can only see how stupid I was to have fallen in love with a deceiver who only used me. After Carol leaves, he tries to convince me again, but it doesn't work. So I expel them both and speak the words that I will remember forever. "Forget I exist, Brian Smith. I won't give you the chance to play with my feelings like your friend did with my friend." So I slammed the door, allowing myself to cry about making the wrong choice once again. I let myself be carried away by love and again my heart was broken. The bags are ready. My passport with work visa and everything else necessary. Today I'm going to the most romantic city in the world, but I'm going alone. -Are there any more bags missing? - Sam asks me when carrying my third luggage. - No - I answer as I pick up my bag, taking a look at my house for the last time and remembering everything I've experienced here. Happy moments with my parents, birthdays I had, moments with Carol and even with some assholes who used me more than anything else. The most recent and still vivid in my head are the ones with Brian. It's been months since we've seen each other, and yet I still think about your lips on mine, your delicious smell, a unique mix of refined, clearly Sam's p