[Otto can't even remember the last time he laughed like that. It may have been years. He was always a bit more sober around Rosie- a bit more tender. But those days are gone. He sits back in his chair, taking a few deep heaves of air.]
It does, doesn't it? [With that, he raises the glass to his lips and drains the rest of it in one go. Ooh, that's a lot of alcohol entering his system at once.] ... 'S just nice.
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It does, doesn't it? [With that, he raises the glass to his lips and drains the rest of it in one go. Ooh, that's a lot of alcohol entering his system at once.] ... 'S just nice.