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... mchair in my dimly lit living room, the fabric frayed at the edges from years of neglect, much like everything else in this godforsaken apartment.
The bottle of cheap whiskey—some off-brand rotgut I’d picked up from the corner store on my way home, clutched in my hand like a reluctant lifeline.
The amber liquid sloshed gently as I raised it to my lips, the sharp burn sliding down my throat, searing away the edges of the day’s humiliation.
But it couldn’t erase the memory. ...
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