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Solicitation (05/16/2015)
'In my past I'd get day drunk and share secrets, unsolicited and unwanted with pretty strangers. Not the fun kind, either. Not the kind you'd tell at parties between sips of margaritas, giggles, and flushed cheeks.
No, I'd tell them the secrets that would be the bile boiled out of my bones if you went to make graverobbers' soup out of my body, sent mangled, scarred, and weeping off a hundred tho...
Sunday 17th May 2015 2:01 am
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