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𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 (
larue
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2016-07-04 03:09 pm (UTC)
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[ He folds his hands around his cup and cants his head with a small -- if grateful -- smile.
You're not so bad yourself, he thinks. But he'll elect to just sip from his drink and feel the warmth and the bite of that booze go down.
His gaze wanders back towards the window. The sun should be up in another hour or so. ]
The waiting's the part that I hate the most.
[ He takes a breath, looks down. ]
It's always the same, no matter the war.
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You're not so bad yourself, he thinks. But he'll elect to just sip from his drink and feel the warmth and the bite of that booze go down.
His gaze wanders back towards the window. The sun should be up in another hour or so. ]
The waiting's the part that I hate the most.
[ He takes a breath, looks down. ] It's always the same, no matter the war.