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May 2014
I tasted ***** for the first time
Hidden in the back of the freezer
At first, it was sour
But the more I drank
The better it tasted
And my problems seemed to melt
I liked that feeling
So I drank more and more
Until things blurred together
And my problems were
Forgotten
Why do I even write? What even is this
Amanda
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Amanda  Colorado
(Colorado)   
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   mia and Arcassin B
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