Whiskey and Lust

Whiskey and Lust

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The value of an untouched bottle of whiskey can go up to over a million dollars. To the Devil, it is like pennies to purchase a rare find, which can harm an angel's heart. Esmeralda I thought it was a crush, but it was more than that. It was his eyes that drew me and made me want to be his addiction as he was to mine. I was still trying to find myself; finding him was part of that journey. Moving to New York was a risky decision to search for my mother. I am figuring out if this risk will be worth it. I do want him to be worth every wrong decision I will make. Don Beautiful. That is all I need to say. She is beautiful in my eyes. She got the attention of every man that walked by her. Though I cannot lie that her body never made me look away, I never thought I would see a heart so pure and honest. It warms up my soul a lot quicker than my whiskey. I am unsure if I am strong enough to give it up for an angel that never belongs in my world, but I will create a new world for her after burning this one.
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