the fear
Tuesday October 01st 2019, 10:11 pm
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It comes back, sometimes. A shot of his birth-day vodka, to toast his life after having feared his death. A half shot, really, as there’s no way that bottle makes it to his fortieth the way its predecessor made it to mine. Na zdarovye. Na yevo zdarovye.


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