[ The nostalgia makes his eyes itch. Like there's something warmer lurking under his skin that he's forgotten. ]
Some of us like to savor their food instead of inhaling it. And secondly, it is entirely your fault you drank that much and tripped. I was well within my rights to stab you.
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[ The nostalgia makes his eyes itch. Like there's something warmer lurking under his skin that he's forgotten. ]
Some of us like to savor their food instead of inhaling it. And secondly, it is entirely your fault you drank that much and tripped. I was well within my rights to stab you.