My friend, Polly and I were talking today about something I wrote for her, for fun, in November (On my brother's birthday, in fact). It all started with, "Man, I am so drunk." Polly responded, "How did this happen so fast? Man, I wish I was drunk. Instead, I have half a page of crap to show for my sobriety." "I am a cheap date, and in emotional
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