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Conversation Between Friends At A Bar That Neither Of Them Can Remember The Name Of

“I don’t understand it,” He said. “That last one. I don’t get it.” “Maybe,” I said, “You’re just not very good At reading poetry.” “Or maybe,” he suggested, “You’re not very good At writing it.” I thought about this For a … Continue reading

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Drinking Solution

Jim’s friends told him that he had a drinking problem, which was not strictly true. Jim had a drinking solution. His problem was the screams. “What will it be?” asked the bartender, a round, ruddy man, whose hair had given … Continue reading

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