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    Fortification

    David’s hand trembled as he poured the Ballantines over the ice.

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    Doug Langille

    Doug Langille

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    Fortification

    David’s hand trembled as he poured the Ballantines over the ice. He drank it in a single pull and refilled his glass, wincing at the burning fortification. David ignored Melanie’s lifeless eyes staring at him and picked up the shovel.

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    Tags: grounded, solitude, tension

    Published: September 8, 2014

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