When everything changes, when everything starts spinning on a greater than your usual speed, then remember what keeps us sitting next to each other. Laughter and much more, a chemical bond. Remember that.
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Or that you are too drunk to actually move.
Passy when will I have the honour?
Of getting drunk next to me? I’d bet on never.
Not alcohol, just coffee.
I don’t know. I guess it will happen at some point.
The unavoidable course of fate.
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