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The Prodigal Son
"He's dirty! He always smokes in the room, walks around in his underwear. It's gross! Besides, he always drinks my beverages, eats my food without asking, uses my shampoos and never buys any!"
"I'll take care of all that!"
"Ok, that's a mistake, but he'll stay. I'm doing this only because you're my friend."
"Thank you, buddy. I really appreciate this! You are a good man, and I will never forget that," said Harut patting on Jeff's shoulder.
He was about to leave when someone knocked at the door.
***
"Are you waiting for someone?" asked Jeff.
"No, of course not! I was about to leave."
"Ok. Then I'll get the door," he said and went to open the door.
"Hi!" heard Harut a familiar female voice, "I'm looking for Harut. Do you happen to know where he is? Is he in?"
"Yeah, come in, lady," answered Jeff and let her in. It was Anna.
"Hi Harut, how are you?" she said.
"Fine, have you come to apologize?"
"No actually. I…, I…," she murmured.
"You what? What's wrong? Anything happened?" asked Harut.
"Well, yeah. I quit. Actually, I was fired."
"Fired? For what?"
"They framed me up."
"What d'you mean? Who framed you up, how?"
"They said I was trying to steal a bathing suit from their store. But you know how many bathing suits I have. I didn't need their shabby bathing suits, believe me!" said Anna and started to cry. Everything was just too complicated.
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