She disappeared by the morning. Name, I don’t remember. All
that faintly supports my memory is Vodka and Redbull, lots of it. It’s alright.
I said hopelessly. I tried but failed to forget those naked eyes that stared right through me. Sickness of
hope, I started rewinding. I turned to order and there she stood taking it.
I love you.
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