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It flashes in my head for the hundredth time—

Penny’s French-h filling the air as she leans closer Whispers sohly he fucked her How ers, his cock

I suck the last drop of Grey Goose frolass to the brim

That’s enough to knock me out all afternoon

This is complete hypocrisy

It’s pathetic, drowning s in booze

But I don’t care

I need these awful one

The two of thean, her unzipping his tight jeans Sliding the her lips down his stomach

His hands in her long, dark hair

It’s so long And dark And pretty

She’s gorgeous In that striking way In a New York City kind of way In a she had nine years in his bed, and she’s already a cheater, she’s probably not going to keep her hands off him kind of way

I suck vodka through my straw It’s crisp Clean Clear

But it fails to ease the tension in my shoulders

I drain the glass Leave it—and the bottle—on the black dresser