Sobriety is a curable condition

[Heath morte dre Soul]

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He let his body sit on the concrete, a broken piece providing a suitable seat. Black colored paw cocked the bottle strait then her cup began to over flow. Fighting the urge to sip the lost liquid from the ground Heath said a silent ‘good bye’ to the fallen goodness and brought his focus back to the prize that had so sweetly slipped into his life. His smile didn’t falter, and he raised his bottle as she did. It was the place just passed the first few drinks. More then the buzz, but less then full blown drunkenness. He felt as if he pull himself out of it all together, remove his mind from the liquor and be sober. He didn’t want to, and didn’t want the option. Taking more down, he savored the pain that he hoped wouldn’t fade. Honey eyes watched her, taking in the looseness she exhibited. Well Allergyo, What brings you out, in plain day with your friend here? He teased while nodding towards the drink she held.

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