He sighs and finishes his brandy, knowing he's going to be asleep soon. Part of him knows, too, that he's idealising this place in his mind - it may be paradise but it wasn't perfect, or he never would have left.
'Doesn' matter. C'mon Bols, I'll show you yer room. Time t'call it a nigh' so we can put on a respectable face in the mornin'.'
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He sighs and finishes his brandy, knowing he's going to be asleep soon. Part of him knows, too, that he's idealising this place in his mind - it may be paradise but it wasn't perfect, or he never would have left.
'Doesn' matter. C'mon Bols, I'll show you yer room. Time t'call it a nigh' so we can put on a respectable face in the mornin'.'