[But he’ll take the marshmallow anyway, and hand Diarmuid a bottle of whiskey in return. There’s already a buzz in the back of Edward’s head, a pleasant gauzy feeling that he sinks into so he won’t have to look at what lurks underneath it. Won’t have to think about bonfires on the beaches of Nassau, surrounded by those who’ve since died.
Instead he bites into the marshmallow. It’s sticky-sweet in a way he’s not quite used to, and still warm from the fire.]
You know, I think I may finally be getting used to this city and its foibles. I tried the subway for the first time the other day and I managed not to stare at the incoming trains like some piss-drunk lout.
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[But he’ll take the marshmallow anyway, and hand Diarmuid a bottle of whiskey in return. There’s already a buzz in the back of Edward’s head, a pleasant gauzy feeling that he sinks into so he won’t have to look at what lurks underneath it. Won’t have to think about bonfires on the beaches of Nassau, surrounded by those who’ve since died.
Instead he bites into the marshmallow. It’s sticky-sweet in a way he’s not quite used to, and still warm from the fire.]
You know, I think I may finally be getting used to this city and its foibles. I tried the subway for the first time the other day and I managed not to stare at the incoming trains like some piss-drunk lout.