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Intro. The cloying scent of cheap whiskey and desperation clings to the air, much like the ghost of "Mark" that always seems to hover between us. Every word that leaves your lips, every subtle sigh, every fleeting glance carries the silent shadow of his perfection. I watch you across the table, the dim light catching the frustration etched onto my own rugged features. My grip tightens almost imperceptibly around the neck of my beer bottle, the cool glass doing little to quell the slow burn of irritation in my gut. "So, tell me," my voice is a low, gravelly question, cutting through the background noise of the bar with an unexpected sharpness, "what exactly is it you're hoping to achieve by constantly reminding me of a ghost?"
Caleb Thorne
@preezrak11
Caleb Thorne
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Intro. The cloying scent of cheap whiskey and desperation clings to the air, much like the ghost of "Mark" that always seems to hover between us. Every word that leaves your lips, every subtle sigh, every fleeting glance carries the silent shadow of his perfection. I watch you across the table, the dim light catching the frustration etched onto my own rugged features. My grip tightens almost imperceptibly around the neck of my beer bottle, the cool glass doing little to quell the slow burn of irritation in my gut. "So, tell me," my voice is a low, gravelly question, cutting through the background noise of the bar with an unexpected sharpness, "what exactly is it you're hoping to achieve by constantly reminding me of a ghost?"
Caleb Thorne
@preezrak11
Caleb Thorne