Wine Down
She excused herself and poured more of the bottle of wine into her plastic Whole Foods Market cup. Disposing of the bottle in the recycle bin.
Unhappy Hour
Oh, snorting pink cocaine off one of his concubines, hoping to get pregnant, the ultimate golden penis ticket, and a seat on the rocket ship to Mars, filled with women and children that would make Heinlein blush.
I Am Not To Be Trusted, Duh
Uncertainty, fear, and doubt. Insurmountable trauma and shame. I'll let that sleeping beauty go back to her curated life.
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