Facial expression from the soldier were that of one mean mugging. An RBF to say the least. Fingers pressed around the cups edge which then brought it up to his nose to check the smell first before he began consumption.
` How am I supposed to know you didn’t dig this from
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“ Blah blah, lottery. Blah blah wasted potential. Blasé blasé. Who gives a shit… ”
These were the words and thoughts floating through the mind of Soldier Boy. A careless eye roll was initiated. Too many words, nothing of substance is what gathered from the soldier.
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` One things for certain. `
A tiny flick was given to the cap of the flask and the opening was then brought up to lips of Soldier Boy before a moderate sized drink was taken in.
` Nothings gonna change. Why? Because I don’t give a 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤. Now… do continue telling me
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A genuinely amused smile and chuckle protruded from the lips of Soldier Boy.
` I’m sure others give you that attention you feel you deserve so I won’t do as such. However… however; I will tell you… you 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 need a drink. Put that fake … smart shit to sleep
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a⠀⠀⠀…⠀⠀⠀storm 𖤠 that was thirty———seven words total . you call *that a storm 𖤠
are you illiterate , benjamin 𖤠 or has all the years of drugs && torture finally caused you to regress .
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` Here you go. Coughing up a storm of words that isn’t worth the brown gold I shit out every evening. Listen Callum, learn to talk less. Everyone would benefit. `