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the record spins. a glass shatters, nothing matters. he stumbles to bed, drunk. to wake next morning and flood his system with painkillers.
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Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 4:21 PM UTC
The record spins
the record spins. a glass shatters, nothing matters. he stumbles to bed, drunk. to wake next morning and flood his system with painkillers.
- ben
auburn-fox
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Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 4:21 PM UTC
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