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“When I close my eyes
I’m fighting in the dark
Trying not to break your heart”

Hal could hear them long before he could see them. The sounds of their laughter drifted through the air guiding his steps. He found them, on the floor, of course, the bottle of vodka in hand, Mango trying to calm her waves of laughter as Provence pressed the mouth of the bottle to her lips. He wondered if their position on the floor was because they were too drunk to care or too drunk to stand. Intuition told him it was the latter.