intoxicating dose

Time passed slowly. Allison’s voice droned a seemingly endless sequence of numbers, a series that continued long enough to persuade her to use the term “niner” with a casual familiarity. The television yielded news stories of traffic accidents on the other side of town, accusations of financial misconduct among state legislators, game shows demanding intimate knowledge of Chinese geography and detergent prices, and sitcoms of family strife as young teens snuck off to kiss before parents lectured them humorously. I drank another intoxicating dose of carbonated punch.

Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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