Jag chuckled silently, dryly, at the words, looking out across the hotel grounds, hands on the railing, one of them raising the cigarette to his lips now and then. "Yeah. Sorry. I didn't mean to drag you into my shite again tonight." He really should stop doing that.
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Date: 2018-03-07 09:53 pm (UTC)