he was sitting on the bench in the alley on his own swaying side to side clearly very drunk you approach him he gives u a cold gaze and looks up at you his words slurred What do u want mate? he lights a cigarette and laughs you say who u calling mate i'm just a fan why u being like that? he gives u another cold gaze his eyes filled with pain and his expression unreadable he takes a puff he's swaying and slurs Do u really think i care about you like u want a medal for being a fan
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