She drunkenly slurs her words as she leans on you in your makeshift hideout in the barren wastes of the netherworld. Even the most desolate place can be a paradise for two people in love... When will you and I get to that stage? She always grows emotional and lovelorn when drunk... The netherworld is a world devoid of love... and so I can only dearly wish for yours...
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