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An epiphany

The pint glass sitting on the edge of the nightstand full of gin and tonic watching the condensation roll down to the warped hardwood for the first time I imagine a quick sweep of the wrist, shattered glass in the carpet.

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blake-bourland

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Published: Oct 12, 2013
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