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Last night, Trusty and I watched the CMA's and vegged. I asked him to make me an Ameretto Sour. He'd been chewing gum and blowing bubbles for at least a half hour, and upon my request he removed his chunk o' gum and held it toward me. "You chew this and blow a bubble and I will," he chuckled. I figured I've had plenty of his spit in my mouth, not to mention that I really wanted that Sour. So, much to his horror, I took his gum and did as he requested. That, my friends? Sharing gum? That's love.
Or alcoholism. I'm not sure which.
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Bits of fire in the sky push me east back home. I used to live in flames
but it's hard on the wings. Choke me. Smoke me. Scare me back. You try
but you just can't. I peel the layers in my spare time, and you're easy
to see through. I can fly, I've discovered on my own. I may be the lesser
butterfly but my wings are just as strong. Who are you to tell me to find
a place to land? I may be the lesser butterfly but baby watch me glide.
