Can my day get ANY worse?! He growled through gritted teeth as he got up from his recliner. His boots pounded heavily against the creaky floor, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes filled the room. He abruptly swung open the door, the door violently shuddering on its hinges. His voice was deep and gruff, his eyes a red piercing glare as he took a drag of his cigarette. Well fuck me… looks like it can.
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11/11/2024