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"The pieces of ice looked so beautiful today. Swirling around the whiskey, all in a glass of white and gold. That was no drunkard speeding. That was wind carrying the scent of alcohol away. The expressions on his face, all spelt it out, light and fair. It did not take a while for the scent to find itself lost in the smell of burnt tyres, and of air. '... ' 'oh. He just did.' 'Thank you!'"
For you.
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