so i find, written on a napkin from clarke's this:
friday not the best fun-day,
I bought a drink for the man
who took you away from me.
Dance and drink but just make believe,
nothing makes sense except disbelief.
Maker's Mark 'cos we didn't make it;
eggnog memories, I was mistaken.
i feel so devastated tonight, but i suppose it showed me for once and for all that i had no chance at all. oh love is such a cruel and horrid thing sometimes. there isn't enough whiskey in this world.
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