"How are you, Alex?" The uneasiness in my friend Carlos' voice was evident. We had spent the night drinking cheap beer in his ramshackle apartment, sharing stories and laughter. But as the sun began to peek through the window, the conversation grew deeper and deeper.
"I'm... fine, I think," I replied with a sigh. Life had taken an unexpected turn for me in the last few months. Working the night shift at a grocery store, I couldn't find the meaning I longed for.
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All for a friend
By: cromosa