[ He knows he brought Isabelle something she hadn't had much of in the past - and he knew that she'd cherished that. And he wasn't drunk enough, or bitter enough, to refuse to acknowledge that fact, and all the sweet things they'd told each other, and admitted to each other, the things they'd experienced together.
He sighs, loudly, looking down at the camera with unfocused eyes. If he was less drunk, he'd take a moment to appreciate how pretty Jo is. ]
I'm still - sorry. I'm not usually this way. [ He pauses, looking up at the street, dark and empty, the snowflakes melting away. ]
We can go to the record store. I know - where it is. I have the keys.
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[ He knows he brought Isabelle something she hadn't had much of in the past - and he knew that she'd cherished that. And he wasn't drunk enough, or bitter enough, to refuse to acknowledge that fact, and all the sweet things they'd told each other, and admitted to each other, the things they'd experienced together.
He sighs, loudly, looking down at the camera with unfocused eyes. If he was less drunk, he'd take a moment to appreciate how pretty Jo is. ]
I'm still - sorry. I'm not usually this way. [ He pauses, looking up at the street, dark and empty, the snowflakes melting away. ]
We can go to the record store. I know - where it is. I have the keys.