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Damn it
That was NOT how I wanted the French Open to end. Not at all. That guy I was talking about, the one following me around. Well, he got onto the courts during the match and started yelling things at me. About how we were related and how brothers shouldn't ignore each other. I doubt I have to say anything more. It'll probably be all over the news for days, if not weeks. And the tabloids.
Security dragged him off and we got to play the rest of the match. ..Which Buchou, I...I'm really sorry. I'm sorry that happened. I'm sorry some idiot ruined a damn good game. I shouldn't have let it get to me. I lost focus.
Now, I get to go back home... though maybe I need to talk to the Old Man. Didn't really want to, but that guy seemed so convinced and knowing my dad, it's pretty possible. Only one way to know for sure. Get a DNA test done.
Security dragged him off and we got to play the rest of the match. ..Which Buchou, I...I'm really sorry. I'm sorry that happened. I'm sorry some idiot ruined a damn good game. I shouldn't have let it get to me. I lost focus.
Now, I get to go back home... though maybe I need to talk to the Old Man. Didn't really want to, but that guy seemed so convinced and knowing my dad, it's pretty possible. Only one way to know for sure. Get a DNA test done.
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If you'd like, we could have dinner? Perhaps in your hotel room; I will arrange to have something delivered.
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I think I would like that. In the room, far far away from the magazines.