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[11 Feb 2015|10:57pm] |
[ stille . dalit ]
He had been saving it for some special occasion but Dalit figured now was as good as a time as there would be. Apologies, he mused, were always made better with an offering and this was his thought as he made his way to her house, a case -- a case -- of precious beer tucked under his arm.
The walk was painfully slow, his mind playing and replaying everything that had led up to this sorry half-assed apology and what would possibly happen afterwards.
Yelling was his conclusion.
( But at least they would have beer. ) |
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