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chili

Brandy,

has been her

drink of choice

for as long as I can recall.

It is again tonight.

And as she scolds me, for my

ungratefulness,

she pours another glass.

I made her feel terrible,

about walking through the living room,

with a spoonful of hot chili.

It was ridiculous,

but she couldn't tell.

So I'll sip my wine upstairs,

and hope that my mom doesn't leave.

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Feb 25, 2013
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