Sylvaniel sighs into his drink, which was pathetic, for the ‘strongest’ drink they had. He’d had five drinks now, and was still barely tipsy. But that was fine, the longer it took him to see his bedroom again the better. “why can’t I die. That’d be better than this..” he groans, reliving the day… the feeling, so much feeling. So many tongues- no, STOP, stop thinking about that…
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