David’s hand trembled as he poured the Ballantines over the ice. He drank it in a single pull and refilled his glass, wincing at the burning fortification. David ignored Melanie’s lifeless eyes staring at him and picked up the shovel.
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PRIM
It’s late at night and we lie in bed Lost in thought, alone in mind The heat of passion cooling soft Drifting darkly, we are blind
Jimmy drove too fast for my liking, but under the circumstances, I didn’t argue even if we didn’t use headlights. Ben was in the front with him acting as nav...
My thumb flicked the striker of the lighter and the spark gave birth to yet another flame. I studied its flicker and playful dance, the power in my hand call...
