Chapter 19

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Monday, Sheffield
"So where are we going?" I ask Alex, he is driving with his sunglasses on
"All Sheffield my love" aff i hate it when he calls me love
"Will you stop calling me love?"
"Why is it amusing?"
"Highly"
"Okay love " he says to annoy me and i give him a little punch, he stops, we arrive at a park, rather empty, of course it is cold and it is a Monday afternoon, there is a lake just by my side and tress and a bicycle path by alex's 
"You don't want to play me, i do martial arts i am warning you if i get angry"  he says getting out of the car, i get out of it and go by the lake, i pretend to have seen something and so Alex gets close and so i splash a little bit of water on him
"That's it" he says and i start to run but he is following me and he is too fast, ha catches me and we end up in the floor, he on top of me holding both of my hands down "this is your last warning" he gets up and helps me get up he gets close and say "love"
"Oh, you wanna play let's play " i say pushing him towards the lake but he just doesn't fall
"Oh, you haven't just done that" he says and holds me up in his shoulders
"Al put me down" i say giggling "i am serious"
"Okay" he says letting me fall into the lake, he haven't just done it, enraged i start to splash tons of water in him until he gets as wet as me

After 30 minutes we are sitting under a three and i soak up my t shirt making Al laugh at me
"I hate you, you know it?" I say looking at him
"Look at this" he says handing me over his notebook completely ignoring what i just said, it is his poem about the city

I lost my accent
I live the dream
But i still like my ale
Because i'm from high green

This is amazing , simple but it brilliant, i can tell that this takes place in the future when he is famous playing gigs all around the world
"Wow, it is just flawless, i loved it"
"Really? Isn't it too wispy?"
"No, i mean it is small but that's the point, you don't need to boast up about the city, you just remembering it and being so proud to say that that's where you're from and it is just as simple as what you feel for it, love"
"That's profound, thanks, what do you have got?" He asks taking my notebook but he sees that it is in blank "in blank, a new possibility to start from the stretch, a new place that could be hated or loved by you, profound "
"You are amazing, you know it?" He knows that this is not it, i just have run out of ideas but still he can't bear not to make me smile
"Well, shall we go? It is getting dark" he says getting up
"Sure"

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