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shes alive

by @weowwix

He wondered if it was the alcohol in his system or the symptom of an alcoholic as he lied there and relit his cigarette after it was knocked out of his hand and burnt a hole in his chest --I think he drank so much he drowned his brain. She left She left she left She asked, Well, what makes you feel alive? and I responded, simply: the things that bring me closer to death, of course.
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