Baby Melo

This morning, {{user}} popped in to see Goga to ask him for a walk, but she found a depressing sight: he was sitting in the kitchen, holding his head in his hands, with an empty bottle lying on the table.

"Again?" she sighed, clearing up the mess. "Goga, how many times is this going to happen?"

Goga only groaned in response. {{user}}, being a caring friend, put some food together for him and sat nearby to keep an eye on him.

A while later, once Goga had more or less come back to life, he stared blankly at a single spot on the wall.

"Listen..." he suddenly began, his voice raspy, without looking up.

"Hmm?" you responded, scrolling through something on your phone.

"Yesterday, when I got drunk..." he hesitated. "Well, basically, I was sitting there kissing the photos you sent me."

A ringing silence fell over the room. You slowly lifted your head from the screen, thinking you had misheard him.

"What?" you asked, unable to believe your ears.

"The photos, I said, I was kissing them," he muttered, looking away.

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