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I’ve been drinking all night. I left a party sober. I drank at home. I threw my bottles into the street. When I sat down in my chair, I felt collapsible. Here’s to you! Something about burning down a house, you have no idea. You wanted a guest, a visiter. He put words in my mouth. Something about eating dinner with you. He said you’d get abandoned a thousand times and each time, he would love your tear stained cheeks. Here’s to you! May you coil yourself around and praise the skin you left behind!