maudlin thoughts

Like all of Rick’s parties, the evening was charged with laughter and excited stories of trouble we’d been in or were hoping to find, and I only managed to exchange a few private words with Valerie. In those moments, I did manage to get her phone number and a promise to go out with me on the next Saturday night. I promised not to spill anything on her. I think she went home early that night. I didn’t and eventually fell asleep, drunk out of my senses, drowning in maudlin thoughts, haunted by a pretty girl’s smile.

Lord Malinov, Journals of Lord Malinov

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