promise

"so she made me promised to not buy any spirits once i finished my jim beam. well, it's gonna be a while though!"

"for real?"

i looked at him in disbelief. well, it's time to test how deep is the water.

"i'm going back to jakarta soon, and i have 4 flights lining up afterwards. let me know if you want anything, like duty free stuffs for example."

"really?? help me to take a look for vodka."

"fine, which kind?"

"raspberry would be good."

"i thought you won't buy any more spirits? you made a promise anyway."

"the promise is about not to buy any more spirits once i'm done with the last drop. so technically i still can buy some."

he's right.
the loophole is there.

"okay. but remember as you made your promise, please don't take it lightly."

"why? promises are made to be broken anyway."

checked.
he's now in grave danger.

something similar, yet so distinct.
how can he erased the line between white and black?

"no." i said.
"it is rules which are meant to be broken. promises are meant to be fulfilled."

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