Misfit 2

J Jan Oskar Hansen Jan Oskar Hansen
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Misfit The four of them wore business mine from a second-hand shop I joined them, we went to a high-class restaurant, it was full, but there were side rooms I lost my friends ended up sitting at a table amongst people who thought I was a waiter. I dressed for tennis the wrong time out of place, quickly left followed to exit by derisive sniggers Outside I changed into jeans and blue shirt just like Seafarers on a movie does and could, from the top of the hill, saw my ship leaving the pier; ran down till I tasted blood, too late, she was gone forever Because my nerdy needs to be accepted Bought a suit walked back up to the restaurant, the guests were outside playing tennis, some swam in the pool, they still thought I was the waiter and ordered drinks.

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