The tiny cuts on my toes ache like I’ve poured salt in them. Which I kind of have. Whoever convinced me that running barefoot through the forest and then swim in the cold, salty sea afterwards was a good idea? I guess that’s the sort of thing you do when you travel to a solitary house in the middle of the woods to figure out the meaning of your existence. I’m going to get a cold.
And as I sit here telling tales to the flames in the fireplace and thinking about Absinthe, the cat not the liqueur, with Brandy next to me, the drink not the girl, I conclude, lazily, that I exist merely to ask myself why I do just that.
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One thing I would consider revising is the use of passive language- there are places where it slips into 'youspeak' and not storytelling. This also may help when considering sentance structure too.
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