The room swam in a sickenly quick slow-motion haze.
His head weaved on a boneless neck, shoulders slumped, and his legs lay in a splayed tangle.
The bottle had slipped from his fingers but it didn’t matter because it was empty.
Which was fine because so was he.
Nearly.
There was something still left to feel. A little part of his brain and his gut
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And, Yes, a follow up to the follow up is definitely wanted.
Maybe one with the other Jack in it. Or would that be the follow up to the follow up to the follow up? You see, there are quite some ways to go with this!!
Thank you!!!
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But thank you for following this and commenting.
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