I kept trying to sort out the hows and whys of everything but some bottomless green eyes kept getting in the way. Fine day, Fine music, Fine beer and it had been a long long time since green eyes. So I wrapped up the whole problem and shoved it into a cubicle over in a side corner of my mind and slapped the door shut. A man should have his weekends, no matter what he does.
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