Mar 23, 2015
“Jesus,” Brianna groaned, her head pounding against her skull, reminding her why she doesn’t often drink. A new year, for new hangovers. “Why do I not smell coffee? Where’s Jimmy?”
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“Jesus,” Brianna groaned, her head pounding against her skull, reminding her why she doesn’t often drink. A new year, for new hangovers. “Why do I not smell coffee? Where’s Jimmy?”
"You got to admit, the Irish definitely got onto something when they added whiskey to coffee."
"Come in."
"Danielle, I'm here."
Mason announced, forty five minutes late and stood in her hallway quite literally with Starbucks. He took a sip of his latte and stepped further into her home, waiting for his sister to reveal herself.
"I've never missed a train. Now I have to wait?"
"Who do I talk to about this disgusting, unhealthy cravings for a pizza?"
Natalie curled up in a comfy chair at the school's library during study hall, a book open in her lap.
"I cooooould get down, sure." Patrick's voice responded playfully to the worried one beneath his elevated height, leg swinging absently.
"But I quite like it up here."