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she slides a smudged shot class down the bar. I catch it before it leaps its last onto the warped floor. "I feel so bad for you" Fire rises to my throat but I extinguish it with my spirit. "I wish there was something I could do" "That must be awful" "You're so strong" "You'll get through it" "I'm so sorry" The sober hearted woman wasted me. I tilt to my feet slapping not enough cash on the bar. I try to say I'll never come back but apparently my tongue isn't drunk enough. Instead, I stumble speechless into the night. I hate her, but she's better than drinking alone.
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Oct 31, 2024
Oct 31, 2024 at 4:15 PM UTC
pity is my least favorite bartender
she slides a smudged shot class down the bar. I catch it before it leaps its last onto the warped floor. "I feel so bad for you" Fire rises to my throat but I extinguish it with my spirit. "I wish there was something I could do" "That must be awful" "You're so strong" "You'll get through it" "I'm so sorry" The sober hearted woman wasted me. I tilt to my feet slapping not enough cash on the bar. I try to say I'll never come back but apparently my tongue isn't drunk enough. Instead, I stumble speechless into the night. I hate her, but she's better than drinking alone.
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Oct 31, 2024
Oct 31, 2024 at 4:15 PM UTC
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