Sweet Nothings.
Monday, August 5, 2013
The Twin.
He walked in feeling high on life. 2 drinks later, he danced to the silence around. 4 drinks down, he was a free soul. And after 5, he was the happiest on the floor. He woke up to a morning full of regrets. And her text that read, “It’s over.”
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