Den, sorry I drank it without you.
I guess I shall not quit to drink.
I miss how it smells when it gets into my throat.
I miss how it makes me buzz and lessen the pain deep inside my heart.
And I miss you, too.
I guess I shall not quit to drink.
I miss how it smells when it gets into my throat.
I miss how it makes me buzz and lessen the pain deep inside my heart.
And I miss you, too.
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