Like any other normal, beautiful day without a hint of negativity or drama, we were leisurely enjoying breakfast. PS: I miss Alfred and Martha.
It's kind of strange that instead of consuming enough alcohol to black out everything about last night, I'm not feeling the tremendous hangover that a normal person tends to have. When God takes something, he gives something else in return. Perhaps, in exchange for my alcohol-induced amnesia, I've been granted a remarkably hangover-free morning. Thank you, Go—suddenly, a vivid flashback from the previous night surged into my consciousness.
“Thank you, Christian bear. Your thoughtfulness knows no bounds. No wonder you hold the title of the best best friend EVERRRRRR..” I slurred with unbridled joy as Christian delicately placed a piping hot bowl
