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The hold

I tried to

stop you

from driving tonight

--you were too drunk

to walk straight--

but you still asked

for your keys:

"No,"

"Dont **** with me

right now."

--So, I left,

and got a call

thirty minutes later

saying

that you wouldn't

get in the car

unless I came back,

and just like every

other time:

I couldn't say no.

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Published: Mar 24, 2014
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