Trafika Europe 9/10 - UK in Europe

two crimestories

“Pfff,” is all he said, crossing his arms. I had told Sam that I was sick and needed to take care of some organizational things. It wasn’t exactly a lie, and in her typically pragmatic way, she had accepted it. But then she called to say that she was coming by to check on me. One hour later, she was standing on my doorstep. I had been able to convince Flann to wait in the kitchen until Sam left, but I still felt uptight and eluded her attempts to kiss me. She registered this with raised eyebrows, and ultimately commented on my hormonal balance. “Your neurotrophins have probably dropped, and there’s not enough oxytocin either, right?” I gazed at her cluelessly.

She dismissed it with a wave. “Forget it. Just call when you’re ready. I’m going home.” Naturally, this state of things was untenable. Flann, however, still wouldn’t agree to leave. “Why?” “How am I supposed to sleep with with my girlfriend if you’restanding there, watching…” “I could give you some tips,” Flann offered, which I ignored. “... and she’ll notice, sooner or later, that I’ve gotten strange. And how amI supposed toexplain to a scientist the existence of a Celtic mythical creature she can’t even see?!” I was yelling by this point.

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