Where can I get a gun? Flanked. After knowing you for years, you were rarely happy – at least enough to pull the trigger. Wanna get wasted? Do I help by concealing details? Like hours of the liquor store and bars or that you need a license to carry? I speak and shoot you in the foot – will liquor dull or clean the wound? You plead the Fifth, but self-incriminate: sub-text made text. I listen and know you don’t need another shot.
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