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two shots of bourbon and


two shots of bourbon and some apple juice might make me sick to my stomach. but it's alright if i'm with friends, right? ten tic tacs and one trident watermelon gum might make my breath smell good but does it really matter when i've got whiskey under my tongue? a hot cheeto and water might appease my appetite but i don't want it to. i don't want anything to.
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