The old heave-ho
Oh did I mention my sobriety spanning its wings over a week now? I can’t be too technical about it, but I don’t count Saturday because Cody and I went camping and I drank reluctantly over the stubborn camp fire in hopes it would wrap its warm clutches around my shivering frame one last time. As for our camping stint, it was a series of
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