a bitter cool and rising

Raising a tumbler mouthwards:

knocking its brittle lip none too softly against front teeth, he snarled a little at the impact and pulled shortly on his suddenly bleeding cigarette.

Words. Letters. Nuances.

That\’s gratitude for you, fuckers. That\’s a week\’s entire quota in the time it takes to drain a glass.


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