Jul 29
SHAKE YOUR LONELY
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"Tab," Darrell said. He'd turned back from where he was stumbling only a few yards in front of him, staring up at the sliver of moon. On his breath was the woody scent of whiskey and musk of a cigar shared with friends. Snow had collected in the pomade of his hair like fallen petals. The nickname made his throat constrict as Darrell repeated it again. "You're drunk." Floyd countered as Darrell's unsteady feet lumbered through fresh layers of snow. "I'm…" Darrell paused in thought, the ends of his tweed jacket rustling with the wind. "I'm having fun." His postured straightened into that of a proud man. A witty, proud, drunk man.
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