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We are never in control of our head once we lose it to the grip of alcohol. Katrina was indeed lucky to meet such a kind man at an odd hour of the night.
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We are never in control of our head once we lose it to the grip of alcohol. Katrina was indeed lucky to meet such a kind man at an odd hour of the night.
Great story
RE: Drunken flight ( The Ink well prompt-fly)