Ivy
Sestivai can't stop staring at her tttt facea sorry paragraph for herma he's making eyes at mei closed my eyes and she slipped away
a smart-looking man commented beside me.
"Thanks," I emotionlessly replied.
"Something on your mind?" he asked.
"Nothing, to be honest. I don't feel anything," I answered, taking back a shot of Bushmills Scotch and 30 years.
"I'd offer to buy you a drink, but you look well taken care of with that full bottle by your side," he hinted.
"I bought this bottle a few weeks ago. When I come in, they know this is what I want and give it to me without hesitation or question," I grumbled.
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