I had just heard about it, the “it” that drags italics along into the game because details seem tired and absurd at this point. Impossibly long fingers were wrapped around the neck of a bottle of wine he’d snatched on his way out and hid clumsily from a group of fans, he looked at me helplessly, this is what he does and who he is. You can’t fight
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