Today’s chunk is from a story I’ve been working on for awhile, about an Albanian guy looking for love and a better life than what’s in his small village.
In this scene, he and his friends are sitting around talking about what they want in a woman.
“You’re running out of girls, Mhll,” Pjeter said. “You turn down too many of them, and you become damaged goods.”
“Pjeter’s right, my friend,” said Bashkim. “Who’ll take you now?”
“Maybe he’ll be lucky enough that American girl over there will fall in love with him.” Pjeter laughed and nodded across the street, causing his glasses to slide down his nose.
“Maybe she will,” Mhll answered.
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