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I only need one more day,
Just one more chance to say,
I wish that I had gone up with you too.
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And so he was back at the club, doing everything but... club. Same time, same place, different people. He didn't think he'd see Garret this time around, meaning he was lonely once again. This time he'd get some stronger drinks, unless someone stopped him again, but he highly doubted it. It was all fine and good, though. Eirik was content with chilling alone as long as he got a drink.
He was making it to the bar, not doing too good of a job watching out himself when this guy ran into him when he was turning around.He took a step back and smiled nervously, shaking his head. <font color="#0059fa">"N-no! It's all right,"</font> he insisted with a nervous laugh. Nobody had ever done that before, so it was odd for someone to offer getting someone something just because they accidentally ran into them. He moved over to get out of the arden's way before awkwardly sitting down on an open stool and ordering a hard drink. A large ear tilted back before Eirik glanced at the other to see if he was still there glaring at him or not.
<font size="1"><font color="#ff82ff">You won't be coming back,
And I didn't get to say goodbye.
I really wish I got to say goodbye.</font></font><center>
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