My ego and pride have melted, much like the ice melted and swirled in that cognac. Smooth and luscious, it burns my throat as I swallow every last bit before I make my final get away. Don't apologize to me dear: you've had your chances. I will stay for now, but novocaine does the broken heart good. Now I'm bored again and my brain is jello. Can you ( Read more... )

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