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Black Bimbo
I shake my head, in a futile attempt to force the painful thought from my head. Perhaps it's the two kids that are about to start college, the stress of work, or my weathered face from working in factories all my life. I think trying to rationalise this despair I feel In my chest, but in whichever the case may be, the cravings are becoming more than I could ever possibly bare on my own. I tug at the bottom edge of the mirror exposing the contents behind it. Several bottles stand tall and...