Nov 15, 2018
“ you know , “ he announces in a space now , that feels so very vacant , and resentful of his occupation of it’s walls , to a glass he mulls between his fingers of sloshing amber drink that was not his , “ for as skillful as my father had been in keeping his dirty little secrets , you’d think he’d know how to hide a bottle of fucking brandy better than he did . “
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