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Cleanse

You should cleanse, she said.

Pouring my whiskey

neat

Well that’s what I’m doing, I told her.

Giving me a knowing glance

that one’s on me, she said.

And this one, I told her

is on them,

pointing at our reflection behind the bar.

She thought that was funny.

Laughing together

was enough.

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