Stories about their past and present experiences with other people had become a very significant part of the relationship: he desperately needed to share them with a woman who would have a different view than that of admiration coming from his male friends. But he also found a perverted kind of delight in hearing about her own adventures, comparing himself with others on various levels, often not knowing whether he’d come out a winner or on a detrimental second place. So the image of the guy leaning on the car in front of her building would linger in Robert’s mind, curiously waiting to hear his story the following day, as soon as they would be comfortably settled in front of a cup of coffee.
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