But now I got my bar owner girl, who sells me drafts for $1.40 (70% or so off).
I managed to drink 15 of them yesterday.
She's in my bed right now. We've spent every damn night together since I first pulled her in.
It's a little bit of a complicated relationship, but that's mostly because I'll probably eventually leave this city, and so she doesn't want to get too close; all the while, we get close.
I even went to watch Mission Impossible with her yesterday because she wanted to see it, despite the fact that I hate Mission Impossible with a considerable passion.
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