#Chapter138
Fuck Off!
/"Coming?/"
My head snapped to the glass door, Milo already pulled it opened for me. His body was tattooed just like mine, but he was skinnier than me. If I haven’t known Alan would beat his ass raw, I would’ve thought Milo was snorting coke.
/"Yeah./" I got in. /"How’s your sister?/" His sister was newly diagnosed Diabetic. And I felt bad that as young as nineteen, she had to suffer from that disease.
/"Still adjusting, but she’ll be fine. It runs in the family anyway. My skinny ass is just waiting for its turn./"
The reception area was painted in light gray, two shaded lamps were hanging loosely from the dark ceiling. Their masterpiece designs were framed and nailed proudly on the wall.
Milo approached again, showing me his new design on the iPad. /"What do you think?/"
