Good night. Cigar smoke and champagne flutes, "testosterone" and rolled eyes. Cloudberry liqueur, "what a blackberry is to a raspberry, cloudberries are to blackberries," stickey sweet, "they only grow above the arctic circle," and all too cloying, "during the months of midnight sun." Added to an already full glass, glances traded over head. How do they compare? This is an epic yarn, says one, we've got time. Do you remember, and do you remember? How do you survive, laughter and smiles and a quietly shut door. A movie? Which one- too many choices, seen it already, so many times. From the beginning, then. What did she say? Laughter. Lowered eyes and hidden smiles. Goodnight, and goodnight, and goodnight. Good to see you, one last time. Until...good night.

Don't forget to turn out the tree.
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One more day of freedom...*sigh*

'Twas a good day, though. A happy New Year's Eve- always a good sign. Not much like last year, no, not at all. Happy day. (One might ask why I am still awake at nearly 4 AM. Ask away. I have no answer, beyond the fact that it is truly fricken' freezin' in here.) *shivershiver* :)