thirty-three

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I stole the bottle of alcohol in your
fridge.
I heard you repeatedly saying my
name behind me, but your voice was
faint in my head.
"josette josette josette"
I was going to get a cup, to be polite.
But like I said,
It didn't matter anymore.
I drank it all.













-J.S

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