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In this version,
I'm better.
Drinking whiskey/cokes until I am doubleblind.
And I drive us around, out to the beach, pull up to the lip, where it kisses the wet toxic sand.
If we get our faces down close, so close we can breathe it, we'll see tiny freshwater shells
and wonder what they're a home to.
And I'll tell you I_love_you
Because in this version I take chances.
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