warm lemonade

I walked around in a happy daze for a while, running through the whole episode with disbelief and curiosity. I’d seen lots of weirdness, even done plenty of wild things in my life, but I’d never had a strange woman just drop by to fuck me silly. I picked up the glass she’d been drinking from and took the last swig of warm lemonade and rum. “Fucking wild,” I said to myself.

Lord Malinov, Journals of Lord Malinov

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