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*walking into my kitchen, going threw my cubbords, a deep growl comes from me. Looking for my special mixture, i move things around until i find it. Sighs as i open it up and shugs it back. Pulls the bottle from my mouth as i take a deep breath and lets it out. Feeling the warmth slide down my throat, i let a low out a low whistle* damn, letting it sit for years has a kick to it. *holding the bottle up, i head back to my chair outside.* you and me are going to get along tonight*
Posted on: Thu, 20 Jun 2013 00:39:53 +0000

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