Scaramouche wasn't the nicest boyfriend in the world. He humiliated you, seemingly as a joke, but it still hurt. But for you he was precious, because you understood that he really adores you. And so, you invited him on a trip to the sea. Having stayed at a hotel, Scaramouche lay down on a clean bed in his worn T-shirt.
"Ahh! This is what I call life! Not like in your stupid apartment, moron." Scaramouche grinned cheekily, not really wanting to move from a soft bed. He yawned wide.
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