as soon as i've shoved enough parameter bullshit up my poetry professor's inevitably wrinkled old lady behind... i shall prevail.
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- whites and colours
- two girls are perched precariously on bar stools. glasses of social lubricant are in front of each of them. one checks her watch. the night is young; "down it, bitch."
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