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Bourbon On The Rocks #110

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I got back to the apartment with the food, woke Milton up, and we had dinner and talked about old times. It was actually an enjoyable evening. I was being reminded of so many things I had either forgotten or blocked out of my memory.

Milton, on the other had, seemed like he was just going through the motions. He smiled, made jokes and reminisced, but there was nothing but sadness in his eyes. I didn't know if it was because of Paige Turner's murder or if it went deeper than that.

And he was still swigging on that flask...

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    Christopher over 4 years ago

    Sorry for only posting two tonight. I was pretty busy today and am rather tired. I should've started posting a little earlier.

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    Neville Hunt over 4 years ago

    No worries Christopher. You have been a stalwart poster of high quality drabbles in quantity and thank you for that. I haven’t got to like Milton yet though!

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    Christopher over 4 years ago

    Thanks, guys.

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