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You could have waited, he thought, until I was more than day old alcohol and the bags under my eyes, To say things that would have made me fragile at the best of times.
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Dec 31, 2011
Dec 31, 2011 at 9:26 AM UTC
Waited
You could have waited, he thought, until I was more than day old alcohol and the bags under my eyes, To say things that would have made me fragile at the best of times.
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Dec 31, 2011
Dec 31, 2011 at 9:26 AM UTC
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