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Their existence was peaceful and idyllic. Priyantha’s heart threatened to beat out of it’s chest when it was just the two of them, out on the streets acting like teenagers. There were other feelings too, ones Priyantha could not understand, like when he leaned against Jehan as they crank called people on public phones, feeding the machine the last of their coins r when he retrieved a drunk and fully clothes Jehan from the shower and stripped the sopping clothes off him before he could catch a cold.
But they were grown men and Priyantha had always assumed that one grew out of such things.
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Positive thinking was something Priyantha had believed in his whole life, although he hadn’t really thought about it in the way Jehan had seemed to. After all, Jehan was a college boy and Priyantha had barely made it through school. Listening to Jehan speak, his otherwise even voice suddenly changing pitch ad jumping excitedly, Priyantha felt as if he could conquer the world. He tried to forget that Jehan was a conman at heart and everything he was spouting was probably rubbish to fuel his next scam but he just couldn’t help it. The man in front of him was suddenly so much more than an unemployed graduate who lived on the thrill of uncertainty. Priyantha tried to ignore the swelling feeling in his chest as he listened to Jehan speak.