"I would call you, but I don't. Why waste my time when you won't?" A noticeable quiver was in her voice as she spoke. Visible from the cold, inconsistent breath fluttering from her cracked lips. All he could do was shrug his shoulders and add another chip. She stumbled to her car with her new friends arm around her waist. He took another shot to cover up the taste of being replaced. He stayed at the bar and downed a few warm drinks to thaw his frozen heart. He drunkenly wrote a poor story with rhymes he felt were clever and smart. Eventually he headed home where he stayed awake all night, uncomfortable and prone. He could only wish to dream, of a world where no one would ever sleep alone.
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