eighty one

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dan sighed, his back against the wall. he started to slide down to sit on the floor.

he sighed again, looking at the bottle in his hand, tilting it a little, seeing the liquid plash around slightly.

he moved the bottle, placing it on his lips. he poured a little into his mouth, smiling at the familiar bitter taste.

as soon as he got the alcohol in his system he felt better, making him drink more.

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this reminds me of sipping life from bottles from happy little pill ~🐝

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