(Yeah, yeah, yeah. Guess we'll see how they taste.)
[ Ugh, she almost jokes that she could wash them down with a beer, but no. No she can't. She's sober now. No more drowsing her way through. It's a pang of pain and regret. She lights a cigarette on her end and ignores it. ]
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[ Ugh, she almost jokes that she could wash them down with a beer, but no. No she can't. She's sober now. No more drowsing her way through. It's a pang of pain and regret. She lights a cigarette on her end and ignores it. ]