"It's funny how you asked me to be careful and got yourself drugged, Sir. Why is wisdom always better when applied to others?" I asked his half-drugged self. He hummed in response, his weight on me seemed heavier with every passing second.
Who knew someone who eats porridge three times in his day could be this heavy? But it seemed like his porridge was indeed making him stronger than my sandwiches were making me. I shook my head, clearing my mind as I made him sit on the empty bench of the deserted park.
"But you offered me the juice. I couldn't have denied it." He responded. His words were slurred, he was stumbling in his usually controlled voice. I furrowed my eyebrows, shaking my head as I looked at the man in front of me. I offered him a drink? Which drink?
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