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I took the first sip of white wine in trepidation for the aftermath of drunk people in movies is not very pleasant. I downed it all, faster than an intruder who wiretaps an important building somewhere in America. I had vowed to not drown in the poison I had just consumed. But what happened later proved me wrong. I swam in clouds and I floated in shallow waters for the slurs that lay on my tongue were not something I would utter in a sober state. I cavorted. I danced. I showed skin. I was the frog that clandestinely dances in the rain and hides away before the ground is dry again. I swirled like a whirlpool. My cheeks were red and I emitted happiness. I made silly jokes about a plant named Wisteria and lay in bed, twirling away in my drunken madness.
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Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 8:08 AM UTC
Wine Not?