[ Sarah walks into the kitchen and grabs a bottle of bourbon off the counter. She pours herself a glass on the rocks without looking at him, mostly because she's not sure what to say, how to start this conversation that she knows has to happen. ]
Well, the bottle's here if you change your mind.
[ With that, she turns around, taking a seat at the kitchen table. The living room seems too casual for this, somehow, and her bedroom? Not a chance. ]
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Well, the bottle's here if you change your mind.
[ With that, she turns around, taking a seat at the kitchen table. The living room seems too casual for this, somehow, and her bedroom? Not a chance. ]