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[coolhandskippy]

a cold spring night. the smell of wood fires and flowers heavy in the night air. he takes out the flask and stares at the house. after a minute, he opens it and pours some whiskey onto the street. then he takes a small swig, grimacing at the fire that comes along with it. closing the vessel, the figure pulls up his hood, turns up the music and

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[automatic107]

Just thought I'd stop by and say hi.

Last time I had whiskey I couldn't walk. Good times.

[coolhandskippy]

thank you for the comment. whiskey is indeed dangerous. how are you?

[automatic107]

hanging in there :) how are you?

[coolhandskippy]

very much the same. just trying to figure some things out