“I heard you the first time stark, no drop. The think I’m down one glass is enough.”
She let out a frustrated sigh. Her body had ached within the bones it was hard to ignore. She hated it. Perhaps a cold or the flu? Who knew.
Maybe a long night too many days in a row.
“Lucky you, someone’s knocking on havens door, rubbing it in to the woman who’s doomed to hell…”
“Don’t care as long as it gets me drunk.. cheap or not gets the job done, doesn’t it?
Lucky interns.”
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“Sometimes I wonder which is the real me. This splendid metal skin I've created — or the frail thing of flesh that wears it."
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