© 2017 by JRiols

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Merchandises
Novel

"Let me tell you, we are in 2052 of my calendar," Tristan told me.

"Well, I am happy you know, but isn't it a bit useless for me to know that information?"
I laughed.


 

Tristan didn't move, as if he was waiting to be invited.
"You must be Tristan" Habibi said out loud, with a straight voice.
I could see Tristan was trembling and beads of sweat started to run down his cheeks.