These are the people responsible.
I could be enjoying the King of Scotch right now, but no.
I'm stuck writing this blog with no glass of Lagavulin anywhere in sight.
Look at these people.
There is guilt on their faces. How can they live with themselves?
After promising to resupply me with the King, they reneg, and carry on their lives as if nothing ever happened.
I must turn the other cheek. But the hurt runs too deep.
I may forgive, but I can never forget.
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