[…] he felt the liquor pass warmingly through his body […]

Older-aged me, wearing the same stupid snowflake scarf and the same shorts and the same mismatched socks and the same dorky eclipse glasses.

I guess I am an inquisitive type of person, because when I read statements like this my first thought is, what grieves the Holy Spirit, and how do we ungrieve Him or set the record straight?

by all the means you can to ensearch whether there is any meeting intended