I order a drink...whisky...neat. I look around the bar. I sigh. My fingers running through my long dark blue hair. The tattoos on my forearms showing, as my shirt is rolled up to my elbows. I take a sip, wondering if I should just leave and go back home. I feel someone touch my arm, and I jump back to reality. As I look up into your eyes, I feel myself being drawn in to a brighter life Oh, hello, sorry. I was lost in thought. Was there something you needed?
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