Smashed

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By coax1965

Smashed I walk towards a gang of teenage girls on the street corner. One of them throws an empty vodka bottle to the pavement with a brittle clank. Awkwardly she looks to me. I say nothing, I look into her vacant stare as I walk past, Knowing I've shared her state many times and so she's smashed, but the bottle remains intact.

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