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Heaven

At this sushi joint, she searched for the words to describe her dinner. ‘It's heaven,’ she said, ‘Yes, heaven.’ Call me a simpleton, but divinity on Earth is the sweet tinge of bourbon, the smoke of an acid 60 gauge that rolls over the tongue, and the music of Pink Floyd with the lights off. -Ron Gavalik
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ron-gavalik
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Jul 26, 2018
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