Wednesday, 9 September 2015

Nowhere to run to baby..

a place to sip


(continuing) 

We’re trapped!

We can climb out the window.

The house will be open.

Great, maybe someone will break in and steal everything.

Jesus, it’s night time!

I need a drink.

Rioja?

You have some?

In the car.

Where’s the car?

In front of her garage.


We are going to need to look in that garage.

(to be continued)

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