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Writer's Block: Check, please!
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I'm nobody. I sit there drinking beer and ignoring the TV while my lover plays fiesta. I'm nobody as I try to block out bad memories with cigarettes and alcohol, try to cover their smell with body spray I've had for two years. Vanilla covers the secrets; why wouldn't it? I'm nobody because my son asks me to tuck him in and I tell him no because I'm ( Read more... )