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| squint |
he stood at the doorway that was chipping layers upon layers of paint, and it curled back away from him, cringing from the awful stench of his breath. He reeked of alcohol. He stood, wobbled, stuttered and otherwise gave me a lecture while these keys tapped away. When i nodded after his breath finished intruding my small space, i sort of wished that he would understand that by yes i mean no, by yes i mean i dont care, by yes i mean anything but this now. he was here for five minutes maybe and the entire room reeks of alcohol. it smells just like his life. |
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| logan | I smell of wiskey right now. JAMIE! HOWS IT GOIN!!!!!!!!!! | 020710 |
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| fyi | The police on on their way. Please remain on the line. Sir....Sir....shit, another fucker bought it. | 031007 |