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[usingthelaw]

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[theyrehorns]

You'll get them one day.

[See? Encouraging!]

What better areas were there to pass out in? I thought that was the best place, pigeons aside. [Not really, but it's not as if Matt remembers where else they passed out.]

[usingthelaw]

[ Memories were washing over him rapidly, one after another and each one clenched his heart up in his chest. So many good moments and they were stolen from Matt. ]

Nah, we started getting in tune with passing out on more cushiony surfaces. Helps the hangover. Least for me.

[ Too much emotion, including what he wanted to hide. ]

[theyrehorns]

That does sound much better. Less prone to pigeons.

[It's probably best he didn't call, easier though that would be for Maft. There's just too much to sort through, moments to place back into their contexts, a life to try and piece back together. If this were over voice he'd be stopping and stammering, figuring himself out.]

I don't remember much of the rest of the morning.

[usingthelaw]

After we woke up, we ate the most greasy food we could find since we were told it'd help with our hangover level.

[ Looking off into the distance, his heart squeezed harder in his chest and it took him a minute to be able to compose himself. It had been one of the moments things clicked in for him. A shift you could say in how he viewed and reasoned with the world. ]

It didn't work for either of us, predictably and we spent the rest of the morning groaning.