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11:40 PM
Potato chips. Beer. Chicken wings that he could nuke in the microwave.
Someday, he'd have to grow a set and become an adult and stop living like he was still in college, but he supposed today wasn't that day as he passed by the produce section in the grocery store without a second glance.
Could he use some tequila? Probably. Vodka too.
Pushing his cart along and paying attention to nothing in particular, he made his way over.
Someday, he'd have to grow a set and become an adult and stop living like he was still in college, but he supposed today wasn't that day as he passed by the produce section in the grocery store without a second glance.
Could he use some tequila? Probably. Vodka too.
Pushing his cart along and paying attention to nothing in particular, he made his way over.