m his fifth beer.
Shall we get ready to turn in? I said. Are you serious? The shill opened his can, peering under the table. Thats rightdont you know Miami Dolphins what time it is? Its still only five after eight. The girl too looked under the table, pressing her cheek against the chaise longue. Everyone but me disappeared below the surface of the table. As I kept Houston Texans my gaze level, I was assaulted by a wave of loneliness. Along with quiet came unrest. The evening is young. Shall we be setting off? said the shill. Where to? I asked. Cave exploring, of course. Spelunking. He was still under the table. |
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