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Aug 2015
I stumble out the door and down the steps. My clothes are wrinkled and my hair is a mess. I can barley stand up but I am pretty sure, that I did something which I don't want to remember from the night before. My shoes don't fit right as I walk to hail a cab. I have to admit that it is looking really bad. Thankfully for me at this early hour the only real witness is a dog. I feel like I am on a bill board and my image screams really loud, look at what the cat dragged in as I try to hide my face. I stumble into the taxi to finish my walk of shame.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  57/M/Atlanta Georgia
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