one was five years old and another was seven. The one was awesomely smart and the other was dumb as barrel. The one was handsome and the other was ugly. The one name was Pupa and the other was Lupa. And even their strong friendship couldn't help them not to hate each other in years to come. So now twenty-five years later there was Pupa and Lupa, two man who wished each other to disappear.
So, what will you feel when you, a handsome clever Pupa was working as a mailman in god forsaken newspaper hear that Lupa, the dumb and useless boy was taking this reward for something you have written years ago? It probably hate, despair and depression. And now the only desire that you have in your heart is desire to kill.
And who would guess that fear of death will push him to said that he didn't wrote it. That hired mercenary is definitely worth his money. And now I still don't know if I should have killed him for what he had done to me or let him live. Probably anything is for the best.
And still there is no satisfaction for me. No matter for all that confessions and stuff I still feel myself empty. Like a bottle of "Jack" emptied by old alcoholic. There is nothing that can help me. Even the money I got from that book cannot help me. But maybe something still can save my soul? Maybe there is one way for me? Only one way to find that out. Just go and talk to Lupa face to face like an old friend.
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