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Holes were slowly encroaching on slightly less worn fabric. Jack stuck his thumb through one of them, and a few fingers through another, creating mini mittens as he stretched the hoodie and wiggled to get it on.
The sounds of pleading filled the room, cacophonous against the quiet night. Tiny, shrill voices asking for cake, for ice cream, for milk, ughhhhhhh.
My god, do I loathe small children.
Starry eyed mobsters were hitting up the bars last night, eyes shining from alcohol and adrenaline. So much to do in one night, so much to see, so much fun to have.