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Care

It was a dark, cold January night when Elizabeth died. Three
days have passed since then; my eyes were long since dry, my
mouth sour from beer... Or was it the vomit?

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Beer

בדידות

I sit on the floor
And I look at the door
My glass is still empty
As I drink like a whore

Lord of the Drinks

Three bottles of vodka
From the russian, the cold

Seven bottles of rum
Of the pirates, the bold