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I poured the last of the whiskey into a glass and then walked out. It waits for me atop the stove as another chance after the failures of labor and love. –Ron Gavalik
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Nov 20, 2021
Nov 20, 2021 at 3:30 PM UTC
Wait For Me
I poured the last of the whiskey into a glass and then walked out. It waits for me atop the stove as another chance after the failures of labor and love. –Ron Gavalik
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Nov 20, 2021
Nov 20, 2021 at 3:30 PM UTC
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