Fondly: Rinse and repeat.

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We sat on the top step of the back porch. Summer was putting its foot in the door and forcing its way in like a pushy bible salesman. I was only a day and a half into my binge, but had already settled comfortably into a semi-permanent numbness.

I don’t think it was the alcohol that had put me there.

We listened to one song…over and over, propelling us further down into our heads.
Deeper into our bottle.

We kept playing it. First on the porch, then in the kitchen, over to the living room and finally the bedroom.

The words fit all too well, and came at just the right time.

So did she.

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