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Sep 2012
“Play it cool,” they said to me one afternoon.

Five years later, people drop me in their drinks. Scotch on the rocks.

The glass speaks to them from behind drunken eyes.

“I am the Twist",

the twist that accompanies the elixir you crave so fervently.
Frank Brown
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Frank Brown
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