CHANNILLO
Some. One. (3)
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So….no then?
I don’t know, Rebecca. I’m not you. If you think it works then fuck it, let it work for you. L’chaim. She smiles and they clink glasses. The red wine slops up and down; so dark it has a blue tinge that stains their lips and leaves a tide-mark inside the glass when it settles.
Get a grip. She tells herself that regularly. And she has. Got a grip, that is. Holding tight. Af...
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