True redemption? Duke rolled his eyes, it seemed he heard a joke. You plan to kill him.
In the room of Casablanca Hotel in Cucuta, I was tidying up my suit.
Maria was choosing a tie for me; these clothes were all newly bought high-end items.
It was a charity donation event; I couldn't attend wearing combat gear and carrying an automatic rifle.
Of course, I wasn't invited.
However, the event was not a closed affair.
Rather, it was an open-air reality show; charity wasn't the purpose, it was for elections.
Maria chose a gemstone blue tie for me, gently fastening it for me.
Nearby, Duke was tying his tie himself, looking at me with displeasure.
We're both men, why is he different?
"Maria, I can't tie a tie," Duke said, seeking approval.
"You can learn."
WHAT? Why doesn't Kenny need to learn? Why do I need to?
Duke looked at me with disdain again. Kenny, you're a bastard!
Standing in front of the mirror, I tugged my tie.
