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Oct 2019
The first wine gets me to stop shaking, and the second one starts warming me from my center. And the rage I entered the establishment with on my hands stains the bar a bit, but Pinot spills over it and I no longer care. And Iā€™m twirling the days events between my fingers, but my fingers go slack and I no longer care. And Iā€™m thinking about the man with the wife who visits me occasionally and I think I smell him but I take a sip and I no longer care.
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Kate  middle of nowhere
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