Can You Hear My Cry?
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He sat on the wooden stood of his restraunt, glass of wine in hand. He had spent the night there after talking to Lucifer. The room was spotless, cleaned form top to bottom by the strangly large black male. As you opened the glass door you were welcomed by dark oak tables, comfortable black leather seats, brightly colored paintings. At the back of the room was a bar, where Jazper sat behind. Above it was racks of hanging glasses and below it was a row of newly polished light wood stools. He was proud of this place but as he turned he saw a wall of whine, all sepereated in little hexigons. Placing his glass down he grabbed a fruity looking purple wine bottle. Brining the cork to his teeth he pulled it out with ease, placing it on the table.

It had been a long night of drinking for the male and by now he was as tipsy as ever. Never before had he been so drunk. He started to cry as he tossed his head back a gulped down the wine. What was wrong with him? His parents didn't love him. How could he ever have a family and suport them if he had never had a stable pup hood. Now here he was, nearly a year old. Drunk and sobbing alone in the very place he had celebrated his 9 months with his mom. Had his first drink. He placed his hands on his head and started to sob.


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