It's awkward, let's just say. Especially since I'm not sure about her and me, and I really don't want to say anything either way. I mean, it's not like it really matters, I don't have any other kids...oh, look. We're at the bar. Shutting up now.
Well, that's a good sign, at least. You're getting blitzed, but you want to enjoy it. Tour of Western Europe, then? Germany first, then Scotland for the pain, and Ireland for fun?
All right. Cherry schnapps to start--transient cherry blossoms in honor of Kendrix. Then scotch for the pain, and when we're done crying, Irish whiskey to lead us in song.
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... dibs on Hongo.
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