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I started watching the news.
I couldn't stop.
I had to open a bottle.
I started drinking.
I couldn't stop.
And here we are.
We often leave out a lot of things, hiding behind spaces, dots in between lines, unwritten paragraphs that only the subconscious catches and stores it behind smiles, grimaces, boisterous laughter, stupor or feigned Alzheimer's. Before the subconscious stacks it in the archive, let me try to tell it.
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