Red stains on the white cotton sheets, I wonder if it's wine or blood.
Makeup stains on the pillow.
Fuck, where are my shoes, those were expensive, I think.
Where am I.
Where is Harley.
Oh great there is a hairy arm over me.
I wonder how old he is anyway.
I wonder how old he thinks I am, or if he even cares.
Find Harley.
Did she end up here too?
Did we get separated?
How am I going to find her when I don't even know where I am?
No, we never get pulled apart, no matter how cloudy the night gets.
She is hear somewhere, just look.
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Nights I Wish Not To Go Back To
AventuraRed stains on the white cotton sheets, I wonder if it's wine or blood. Makeup stains on the pillow. Fuck, where are my shoes, those were expensive, I think. Where am I. Where is Harley. Follow two best friends on their adventures...
