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Our friendship dates back to twenty years. However, we only started to see each other outside the newspaper some fine two and a half years ago.
Two journalists.
Two friends.
A Cup of Espresso.
And some fine gossip session that usually lasts a solid hour and a half.
Don't ask me what we talk about.
It does not matter.
We are together.
Two old friends who accept one another without conditions..
No need to reinvent ourselves to please.
The cup of Espresso validates our weekly encounters, Usually in ABC Mall in The district of Achrafieh.
We laugh.
For silly reasons.
For no reason.
Our laughter is loud.
Too loud for respectable people in their forties.
We talk about life. love. mutual friends. the newspaper. the human psyche. the love of wine.
And we laugh.
And our laughter is far too loud for respectable people in their forties.
He is not handsome. Nor am I beautiful.
But we make a fine looking pair as we betray life's secrets over one cup of espresso.
And we make it a point to meet every week.
We slander mutual friends.
And we laugh.
We slander our past lovers.
And we laugh.
We slander ourselves.
And we laugh.
And our laughter is far too loud for respectable people in their forties.
