Joao was
immured in stagger, his mouth busy catching flies while his eyes threatened to
fall out and roll along the floor. He felt hardened and inspired, hardly the
feeling he had after just giving himself to what felt like a wrong bidding and
leaving the suited men and women, to their drunken, carnal orgy; oiled on what
dismay and debauchery he had conjured for them.
Coffee and Sugar Excerpt ₢2013
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