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The way you sleep (when you’ve had too much whiskey) is like that of someone very much dead. You still, except for the punctuating rhythm of your diaphragm inflating your lungs, and maybe a snort or growl. I can whisper secret things in your ear, and I know that you won’t ever remember.
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Sep 25, 2011
Sep 25, 2011 at 3:40 AM UTC
The Way You Sleep
The way you sleep (when you’ve had too much whiskey) is like that of someone very much dead. You still, except for the punctuating rhythm of your diaphragm inflating your lungs, and maybe a snort or growl. I can whisper secret things in your ear, and I know that you won’t ever remember.
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Sep 25, 2011
Sep 25, 2011 at 3:40 AM UTC
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