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Give it to me straight, A London Dry Gin. No ice to chill the swig, No bitters to alter the taste. I want to endure things as they are, True. Pure. Perhaps only the bartender will ever understand.
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Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 6:19 PM UTC
Straight Up
Give it to me straight, A London Dry Gin. No ice to chill the swig, No bitters to alter the taste. I want to endure things as they are, True. Pure. Perhaps only the bartender will ever understand.
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I have never believed in God. I used to want to. I used to want a lot of things.
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Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 6:07 PM UTC
God
I have never believed in God. I used to want to. I used to want a lot of things.
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