Stockholm Page #3

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All right, whatever you want.

I'll give your order

to the manager.

- Your friend?

- You mind waiting?

No, no, I'll go and have

a look at the Financial ymes.

I won't be long.

Let's go.

Do you want anything?

Who was it?

A drunk guy.

- He doesn't like you very much.

- Right.

Why?

- Does everyone like you?

- No way.

But you're so nice

and you want people to like you...

- What can I say?

- The truth.

Because you never lie.

OK.

One night I made out

with a friend of his,

a girl that he was

undoubtedly in love with.

I met them in a bar

and we got talking,

and we were laughing andioking

until the big moment

when she had to choose

between going to bed

with the friend she sees every day,

or with the stranger who for some

reason she liked that night.

The worst thing is

I keep meeting him,

in bars, at the cinema,

in the street, now in the 24,

and it's always

the same f***ing story.

- A real pain, isn't it?

- Yeah.

Happy?

So-so.

What else do you want?

I don't know if you've told me

all the truth.

- So you say.

- Yeah,

but for me you'rejust a stranger

who swore always to tell the truth.

How do I know

that it isn't a lie?

Yeah... I don't know.

I say it's the truth

and if you don't believe me...

all that I know about you

is that you live 5 minutes away.

I didn't lie about that.

You said you were meeting

myfriends, and it was a lie.

- That was a ioke.

- You've lied to me once.

That doesn't count.

And you keep samng

that you're in love...

- That you really like me.

- No, I'm in love with you!

And that isn't a lie.

It would have been smarter to lie

and say I'm just interested.

You could be

lying about that too.

I think I'm showing you

that I'm not.

Know what I think?

I think you're a liar,

you lie about everything,

obviously you're not

in love with me,

you don't live 5 minutes away,

and you're not going to prove that.

Myfriends dumped you,

that's why you came looking for me.

You haven't told me your name

in case we meet again.

And, most important,

I think that the boy we met

hates you

because after you slept

with his friend

she was smitten by you

and your lies,

but you never rang her

or answered her calls...

I'm right, aren't I?

Why do you think that?

I don't know, he gave me

an odd look when he left

like he was wishing me luck

or something.

Like I was following in the steps

of his friend and others.

So you'd rather believe what you see

in a drunk's face than believe me?

You still haven't proved

that I've lied about anything.

And you haven't proved

you're telling the truth.

You're right.

Come on,

tell me you called her

and it didn't work out.

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