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wash it away

by @CweetaCwumble

tight muscles, the pain, the stress of the day, you can wash it all away with a glass of chardonnay, easing the constant anxiety that comes from the responsibility of day-to-day reality. flush it all down, along with your sanity and just wash it all away.
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