Light, oh so much painful light. But where is it coming from? The curtians in his bedroom were heavy and thick and wonderfully lightproof, oh where did my awsome curtians go? Maybe somebody stole them? But who would steal my curtians, that seemed like a really evil thing to do, had he done something to deserve this lately? Well, I still haven't paid Monroe back the $300 dollars......hmmmmm, did Monroe steal the curtians? And what is this wonderful smell, it's like clean laundry and leather from a new car and gunoil......such a very familier scent, but where is it coming from?
Nick wriggled a little, trying to find the delicious smell, but only managed to find more of the evil light. When he opened his eyes, beautiful they still were though a bit red and veined, he noticed several things but being as hungover as he was, it kind of hurt his brain.
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Хоть дизайн меняй на фиг.
), причем по тому же принципу, что - I did it for lulz. <3 Буду уговаривать опубликовать, ибо первый раз я ржала весь фик, читая садо-мазохистическое NC-17. Хотя Абрахама, конечно, жалко. XD
Какая прелесть.