mynameisdeb
mutterings and musings of a disorganised twentysomething
Monday, August 07, 2006
bright and early one morning...
'i love you,' he slurred, holding a jim bean in his right hand. the smell of alcohol wafted in her face as he walked past.
she smiled. she considered stopping but continued on her way.
what would have happened if she stopped to talk to him?
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