Wonders of Jack Daniel's
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Fairy tale:
A false story that is meant to trick people.
A story in which improbable events lead to a happy ending.
These are just several definitions of fairy tale. Everyone knows that fairy tales are just products of highly imaginative people meant to make everyone live in lies and false hopes or beliefs.
Surely, it doesn't exist. Any normal person who even have brains the size of that of ants can figure it out.
But once you're in the addicting world of Jack Daniel's, fairy tales seem to rise from its own grave and will come invading your practical minds, washing away your realistic thoughts and will throw it in a deep, unending trench.
Nah, I'm not advertising it or something.
In a bottle of Jack Daniel's, I learned that heartbreak is the last thing that I should be worried about in this world. I learned that life isn't as simple as it seemed to be.
When that day comes, you just have to hope for the best and expect for the worst.
Just like what I always did.
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