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(After this.)
Coyote is sitting at the bar, wondering how to order the large amount of alcohol she needs without sounding like an utter moron.
Finally, the bar takes pity on her, and a double whiskey (neat) appears, no questions asked.
"Ty," Coyote says with a sigh. And then, after she downs half of it straight away, "Fml."
It's been that sort of week.
Coyote is sitting at the bar, wondering how to order the large amount of alcohol she needs without sounding like an utter moron.
Finally, the bar takes pity on her, and a double whiskey (neat) appears, no questions asked.
"Ty," Coyote says with a sigh. And then, after she downs half of it straight away, "Fml."
It's been that sort of week.