Cold As Ice
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Last published Wed, Jan 2, 2019
"And suddenly you know: It's time to start something new and trust the magic of beginnings."
― Meister Eckhart
Jae raised his eyebrow's in surprise, "What? You don't want to live in the quaint town of Corwick?"
"No," I repiled. "I really don't. I want to be home. In Montreal. I want to be as far away from Vancouver as possible."
"Vancouver is where it's at," Jae laughed. "I would also like to add that you are extremely talkative drunk."
"How do you know I'm even drunk?" I questioned knowing full well I was.
Jae tapped my frozen nose, "I can tell just by looking at you.
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