Deanna

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I made promises to George and me and played out a drinking fantasy in my head. It was the same one I had before every party. It was how I kidded myself into believing I could be a normal human. Someone who could stop at one. Having a delusional fantasy about how I ‘might’ behave allowed me to get excited about going to the party.
A Thousand Wasted Sundays
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