โช there is absolutely no one to say he'd remember, and he doesn't even have the whiskey to blame.
the longer he sits there perched up against that brick alley, the more his head begins to throb, sending mini currents between his temples and causing him to raise a hand, pinch at the bridge of his nose—only for it to fall back to his lap covered in blood. โซ
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[ even if he says yes, whoโs to say how much of this conversation heโs going to remember?
the barrage of text alerts telegraphs the urgency in getting him back here. before she responds, she opens her Uber app and orders a ride for him. ]
If Trim Vampire Santa didnโt like the joke, maybe he should rethink his look.
Got a ride coming out to you right now.
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the longer he sits there perched up against that brick alley, the more his head begins to throb, sending mini currents between his temples and causing him to raise a hand, pinch at the bridge of his nose—only for it to fall back to his lap covered in blood. โซ
That's what I said!
You're a life saver
I ever tell you that?
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