“That was very kind of you. Let us know if you need anything else . . . like a shot of Fireball,” he says with a smirk. My eyes widen as Cora gasps next to me, hand to her chest. “How dare you bring up an ex-lover? You know we’re in a weakened state.” “That’s why Fireball is the bad boy of liquor. It doesn’t care about your feelings; it just keeps you coming back for more.” I stand from my chair as Cora reaches out her hand. “No,” I say into her ear. “You’re strong. You don’t need Fireball. It’s not good to you. It doesn’t care about your feelings.” I wrap my arm around her chest and slowly
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