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Marion. He needs to sell it – and fast.

“It's women who rule the world, Marion."
He hurries up, putting his jacket on and walks back into the living room. He fills

up a glass with coke and chugs it down in large, greedy sips, after which he

leaves the flat.
When was he last time he’d been with a woman? He remembers the last time he

just came out of prison. At the time he had lots of money, things seemed to go his

way for a bit, it was about two years ago. When he was released, there were still
a lot of people who owed him money, old drug debts that hasn’t been paid. Some

of them thought he wouldn’t remember because he’d been inside. He started
playing the bill collector, as soon as he got out, and his old customers knew that

was home, and was ready to obtain what was rightfully his, they all paid right

away. When it came down to dealing amphetamine and cocaine, he’d always
been the one the fiends went to. This is no longer the case, and doesn’t have

money to collect. He has to settle for the cash assistance from the government.

The last time he came home from prison, he had been in good shape, since he
had nothing else to do in there but workout. It was a habit he had since he was

very young, and it’s been working ever since, but in recent he’d slowly begun to
lose the habit.

Maybe now is the time to try to change that, and regain his strength, his old

ways. Maybe he could have a future with Lissi and her daughter, maybe he could
start anew. Lissi is akin to the easy type he used to hang around, back in the day

he would lure them in with a couple lines of coke - or with straight cash amount

if they were very greedy. She seemed like the type who didn’t have too much
money. Legs artificially bronze from indoor tanning. Lissi wasn’t much older

than thirty, but she reminded him of one of the easy girls, the kind of women he

had been with, far too many times.
As he puts on his jacket, he starts counting how many actual decent women he

has been with, around two, but he's not quite sure; the rest have undoubtedly

been druggies or even prostitutes.
"Ha, ha!" He laughs a little to himself. What the hell does that even mean?

Wasn't it Jack, his good old stepfather, who once said:
“When you’re dealing with used stuff, like antiques, you learn that the most