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sticks to your tongue;
Dec. 31st, 2011 01:32 amIt's been quiet, so far. He played a few tunes and knocked back a drink already, but he just knows a particular someone is going to get here soon to ruin his sense of peace and quiet.
It's like clockwork, really.
He doesn't leave, though. He spins his glass around and stares at the contents.
It's like clockwork, really.
He doesn't leave, though. He spins his glass around and stares at the contents.
