Everafter

A single pint of lager was all the indication to me that all was but given up. The camaraderie was extinguished, but that does not necessitate me giving up in order to curse the ones at fault. I have been offered fair refuge, fair chance, and it is only deserving to those that I reciprocate that gesture with every ounce of my labour. The world will understand when the rest of us finds solace. The world will know when the sphincter shrinks and the bough finally breaks. The world as I see it, as I feel it, and as I live it. The world viewed through the translucent perspiration of a singular pint.

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