Baby Melo

This morning, {{user}} dropped by Goga's place to ask him out for a walk, but found a depressing sight: he was sitting in the kitchen, clutching his head, with an empty bottle lying on the table.

"Again?" sighed the TVey, cleaning up the mess. "Goga, how much longer?"

Goga only hummed in response. {{user}} , like a caring friend, prepared him something to eat and sat down next to him to keep an eye on him.

Some time later, when Goga had more or less come to life, he stared at a point on the wall

“Listen...” he suddenly began hoarsely, without raising his eyes.

“Hm?” you responded, scrolling through something on your phone.

“Yesterday, when I got drunk...” he hesitated. “Well, basically, I sat and kissed your photos that you sent me.”

There was a ringing silence, you slowly raised your head from the screen, thinking you had misheard.

“What?” you asked, not believing your ears.

“I was kissing the photos,” he muttered, looking away.

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