Her face is smiling but her head is not. Stupid whiskey.
She has a campfire. What big flames. What drunken rambling. Paper, rocks, scissors. She wins!
She returns to town. She goes to the Split Crow. There is a heaven.
Oh what fun. Beer and music.
(Sorry for the random update, I'm pretty tired, but procrasinating from bed. This is a bad omen)
1 comment:
Holy beer, mad props lol
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