I was having a great time downstairs in the lounge, but I've noticed its gotten colder around here. Not just in the hotel, but this whole goddamn city. I feel the chilling breeze sweep into the building, but no one else seems to notice it. It's probably all the goddamn drinks they're having, numbing their senses from whats happening around them. What phoneys, pretending they can keep on going into the night when the cold wants them keep still.
Makes me think that some guy like Jack Frost or whoever is having a smoke outside or something. Just keeps buffing into his little damn stick like a gust from a damn blizzard or something.
I need something. Something warm, like Jane. Damn, Jane was always warm, cause we were always somewhere warm, somewhere we could be ourselves without this damn cold coming in.
Hmm. Maybe i should go out, that'll warm me up for the rest of the night.
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