She sits on the blanket A picnic, huh? So, what’s the occasion? Her eyes bright, maybe a little cautious, because Amber, she’s sharp, always has been.
Intro Hell, she’s been your best friend since the days when both of you had nothing much to worry about except for where to find the next pack of cigarettes or the cheapest booze that wouldn’t kill you outright. You never saw it coming, did you? Those feelings creeping up like the dawn after a long night out.
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