Where does a moral man go to drown his sorrows?
He sat upon a lonely bar-stool in a forgotten corner of a crowded room, drinking of nothing but the draught from an endless well of self pity and occupied with nothing but regretful reminiscence. He was, in a word, miserable.
My last post was far from artistic, but it contained quite a lot of words. So I have this little blurb to sort-of supplement that.
So far so good with all of my weekly goals. Yay Alayna!
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