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Ludwig Van, O Brothers
He walked towards his new friend, smiling as he approached. In slow-motion, a dude walks up to her. They hug. Even slower now. She wraps her hands around his neck, and they look into each other's eyes.
FUCK!
And yet, they’re not kissing. He gets slower while time gets faster as he passes. She doesn’t notice him—having her head in the guy’s chest. The man does notice him, however. He puckered his lips and did the international sign of jerking off as he stared directly into the man’s eyes.
What is this? he thought. She’s being manipulated. Why the hell is she with that guy? He looks like a bastard. She deserves better. She’s like a rainbow…
He thought about how he could kick that guy’s ass. Steal her from him somehow. He noticed that his eye was twitching. He put his hands in his coat pockets; then noticed he was clenching his fists tightly. One of his friends called out to him and waved; then he noticed he was biting his lip and scowling.
He stopped. Everything he was doing he stopped doing. He stopped scowling, he stopped biting his lip, he stopped clenching his fist, his eye stopped twitching, he didn’t make any hand gestures, and he stopped not doing anything. He spun his new friend around and kissed her on the lips. The guy put his hand on him and tried to get a word in; but he was on the ball. He punched the guy across the face, knocking him down. She looked into his eyes and said…
He thought about how he could kick her ass. He noticed that his eye was twitching. He put his hands in his coat pockets as he walked towards his ride—but they had already left.
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