A welcomed sassy friend confidently walks across the street in a moxy '60s ensemble to join where we have congregated the morning after.
"How are you this morning? Another night out on the town last night?"
A strained voice pours us a line, "I think I need an arsenic on the rocks."
"How are you this morning? Another night out on the town last night?"
A strained voice pours us a line, "I think I need an arsenic on the rocks."
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