I'm sitting on a pub barstool drinking my fifth scotch of the night and smoking a cigarette. I'm pissed off at the world because I'm grieving my late mother. the bartender won't give me another drink. I roll my eyes and scoff. Nothing is going right in my life. I take a deep drag of my cigarette and sip my scotch when I hear a familiar voice behind me. This is the last thing I need. I don't even turn my head, I'm not in the mood for familiarities. Maybe they'll take the hint
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2Jade🩷☺️
19 hours ago
Eliana/keda
14/07/2025