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despite having every intention of drinking ใ cup had long since been abandoned in favour of his sketchbook .
pencil in hand ใhe busied himself with capturing the scenery around him ใ finding a certain comfort in the familiar motion .
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it was grounding . a welcome distraction from everything else . . . one that lasted only until a voice called out over the soft scrape of graphite against paper .
โ ๐ฐ๐ฉ - - yeah . โm doing alright . โ
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motorcycle had refused to start that morning ใ leaving ryan to trudge home from work on foot - - -attention fixed on the dull glow of his phone screen .
he scarcely had time to register the collision before he was stumbling backward
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& landing hard on his ass .แ
๐ช๐ณ๐ณ๐ช๐ต๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ flashed across features ใ a sharp retort already forming on his tongue . . . until he looked up to see a face he hadnโt seen in years .
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another restless night finds ryan tucked away in the corner of a bar ใ sipping a beer beneath the dim lights . . .
sleep had evaded him once again & if he couldnโt find ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต ใ he might as well find solace at the bottom of a bottle .






















