[ in some attempt to straighten herself out, julie rolls onto her back, props her feet up on the wall crossed at the ankles like someone turned a sitting person 90 degrees. she doesn't remember the last time she felt this relaxed, probably before the fog. that warm, loose feeling settling in, the one she's always chasing whenever she drinks or smokes these days. the first time the weight of guilt and responsibility doesn't feel like a boot pressing down on her chest, even through the insobriety. ]
[ she turns her head to look at eddie, watching him and letting another laugh slip out at the mention of the beer shoe. she can't believe she forgot that's what got them here of all the dumb things she's said lately. ]
I told you, that's how we do it in Canada. [ a small smirk tugs at her lips, even through the facial shrug. ] Clearly my taste is perfect, hoser.
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[ she turns her head to look at eddie, watching him and letting another laugh slip out at the mention of the beer shoe. she can't believe she forgot that's what got them here of all the dumb things she's said lately. ]
I told you, that's how we do it in Canada. [ a small smirk tugs at her lips, even through the facial shrug. ] Clearly my taste is perfect, hoser.