Thought Ambience
Sunday, June 5, 2011
A Fragment
They yelled; they tied their shirts around their heads; they drank. This went on for many hours. Eventually, one passed out, curved upright on his barstool like a question mark, and the rest blinked silently at each other: now what?
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