Greetings, my man. Oh, I see that you are shocked with my attire. You need not be. It's our traditional clothes, known as Kurta. I just landed from my country. Yes, yes I need a shave. My beard is filthy and shaggy. No? You think they are just being impolite? Yes, who cares. Mind their own business.
My fellow friend, before all this nuisance, how are you? It has been 6 long years since we met. My family asked about your well-being. No, I am fine, I have reserved in Comfort Inn Chelsea. Shall we go for dinner instead? I am starving. A glass of fine wine with a beef steak sound appealing.
Look at all these changes. My, my. All the lights and the sound. Such a busy night life here. How is she? Chloe, your fiance. She's still in coma? What nonsense. Visiting hours only during day-time! Oh, only family members are allowed at night? How different from my country...
(TO BE CONTINUE)
I hereby announce that the author will not continue this story, as it is such tedious work.
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