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{once a week} lee saunders Once a week Three ice cubes and two fingers Straight, no chaser Two on a bad week soda water with a lime to balance the palate a year and two months since the shaking stopped forty pounds and four pant sizes kept the whiskers and orange juice doubled the coffee ¬¬espresso straight like he likes his women bitter jokes are only half truths mixed with forced laughter swapped between coworkers in place of conversation through drive through windows whiskey like autumn slightly chilled and auburn leaves and liquids burning holes in taste buds |
