Galvin pulled himself up right next to the door on the other side. He still kept his mouth shut. The bottle rolled itself near his feet but he did not touch it, it belonged to Ambrosia now. "Do not take me home, drop me off near the harbor please and I will find my own way back." The night was young and Galvin needed someone, even if it was a candy coated raver.


Galla@All: DEAD WE'RE DEAD O GOD
Galla@All: WE'RE DEAD AND STUCK ON A VAGINA FLOWER
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