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Once outside Booker rubbed at his chin and face, the cold was biting to his flesh and he loosened his collar to welcome it down to his chest. A feeling that revived him, roused him if only a little and he was somewhat more aware than he was before. He turned to Adam at the idea and gave a small nod.
Elizabeth.
A sweet girl in a lion's den--if he were just talking about men it was more than they were worth, a lion. But the gentlemen's club was still accommodating for female patrons and he wouldn't necessarily categorize the fairer sex with men. Sure they had their own ways of viciousness but men were capable of such depths for the fairer sex.
"M'drunk.." Maybe too drunk.
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My God what have we done to you.