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As the pain slowly eased, she sighed, still rocking
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-yep...same as usual. Absolutely nothing.- I sighed, running a hand through my already disheveled hair.
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"Sorry for waking you, love"
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"It's fine," I murmur in response, tounge aching for even a drop of liquor as I glance over at the cabinet, debating.
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"Just one...?" I answer/ask, pulling open the door and grabbing a bottle by the neck, reaching for a glass.
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Rose grabbed the bottle, face angry
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"Fine, fine, Дерзкий." I mutter, putting the things away as I leaned my back against the counter.
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"You what?" I asked, the word not registering in my inner dictionary, my accent still lingering as I spoke.
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