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Because it always falls on the sober to pay for the sins of the drunk. So it does.�
And the past held only this wisdom: that love was a damaging mistake, and its accomplice, hope, a treacherous illusion.
Even the snakebitten man finds sleep, but not the hungry.
Like a compass needle that points north, a man’s accusing finger always finds a woman.
