Last night, my parents were kind enough to share some booze. And I was insane enough to use it as an excuse to free the ferocious. I had fun, and it was sweet and safe. I played with three different flames, and didn't get burnt. The world must really be ending. I'm starting to breathe the fearless air. I'm beginning to sink, and my hang-over has never been this unkind and sincere.
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