Wine

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By MySurrender

I like red and I like white. They go to my head and make everything alright. My life aint bad but could be better. I wish I was slim but I'm still getting fatter. The wine does make me feel all queezy. My fuzzy head floats above the ceiling. I'll wake up with a thundering headache. Still it was fun and I'd do it again.

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