[ david puffs out a small, amused breath. pretending not to notice the laboured way he eases himself down, but he has a quiet bit of internal sympathy for it. familiar enough, short as his rugby career was, busted knees and hips and just about any bone or muscle that could leave a lingering pain when it healed. ]
[ man he could seriously kill for a rum and coke though. ]
Don't think ginger ale could do much to save this anyway.
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[ man he could seriously kill for a rum and coke though. ]
Don't think ginger ale could do much to save this anyway.