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The pint glass sitting on the edge of the nightstand full of gin and tonic watching the condensation roll down to the warped hardwood for the first time I imagine a quick sweep of the wrist, shattered glass in the carpet.
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Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 4:36 PM UTC
An epiphany
The pint glass sitting on the edge of the nightstand full of gin and tonic watching the condensation roll down to the warped hardwood for the first time I imagine a quick sweep of the wrist, shattered glass in the carpet.
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Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 4:36 PM UTC
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