I know I'm being mysterious, and I apologize for doin so to my readers, but I choose not to dispel the details of my private affairs. All that is needed to know is that I had an amazing night for once, I just don't know if it was right.
Maybe it would help if I sobered up from the alcohol pumping in my veins, but even though the vodka may burn my throat, the thought of how Her hands used to feel burns me so much worse, and the vodka keeps me from feeling so much pain.
And on a side note, Denny's has great lemon meringue pie. It was delicious.
You once told me something along the lines of this:
"Our fingerprints don't fade from the lives we touch" Is that true for everybody, or is it just poetic bullshit?
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