Chapter 38

• Too good to be real. 
• “So how are you now? I hope I helped you forget them from your head to some extent?” Forcing a smile in reflex I crossed my legs sitting comfortably in the seat. 
• The buckle was discomforting my posture. We were sitting in his private jet moving our ways to Serbia for the fair he mentioned, what was that? Uh I don’t clearly remember it. But any ways I heaved a sigh looking out of the window. “Hmm, almost.” I lied adoring the foggy clouds those seemed nothing more than accumulation of smoke together that formed them.