Off-The-Cuff Fiction Fragment
Poison, I never considered poison, now with the mouthful of cheap tequila warming my gut, the idea of poison seemed obvious, was it the whole bottle, or just the glass, would it be a fast demise, or a slow painful descent into hell, feeling tremendously exposed and vulnerable I poured myself another shot, and tossed it back… ‘freekin poison, how could I be so careless’.
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