"I am actually changing my working hours," John said with a small smile. Before, when he was living alone, it never really mattered what time he came home. He could work late shifts or even stay out all night without anyone caring. But now that he was getting married, things were different. He couldn't just wander around aimlessly or spend all his nights outside anymore.
"Oh, I see. Well, see you then," I replied casually, not really in the mood to drag the conversation on. With that, I turned and started heading toward the school, already dreading the long and boring hours that were waiting for me there.
"At least my house is fun," I thought to myself, throwing one last glance over my shoulder. John was still standing there, smiling like a fool—like some lovestruck cuck who didn't even realize how ridiculous he looked. The sight made me shake my head as I walked away, half amused and half annoyed as I left without looking behind at the cuck smiling like a fool.
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