The Song in my Soul

12:12am at night. Andy couldn't believe she was up at such an hour but she was nursing a mean headache. She was also nursing a mean gin and juice. OJ and gin, to be precise. Gin did something funny to her every time and after a while she learned to only drink it when she expected to be in a specific mood. What this specific mood ( Read more... )

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