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''bacchanal'' ▫ᴱᴺ｜encounter｜ENC｜20260915190735-94-•
I was Christmasing with Frank again, and we were the last two up. The kids, Ki included, were dead to the world, sleeping off the annual bacchanal of food and presents. Frank was on his third Scotch—it had been a three-Scotch story if there ever was one, I guess—but I’d barely drunk the top off my first one. I think I might have gotten into the bottle quite heavily if not for Ki. On the days when I have her I usually don’t drink so much as a glass of beer. And to have her three days in a row … but shit, kemo sabe, if you can’t spend Christmas with your kid, what the hell is Christmas for?
Source: Bag of Bones ▫𓂃
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