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When I'm wasted, I can almost forget who I am, he said, his smile fading slightly. I know I'm still there, but only barely. It's a good place to be. He tipped back the thermos, eyes on the dark sea straight ahead

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Becca Fitzpatrick
Age: 45
Born: 1979
Born: February 3
Author
Novelist
Writer
Centerville
Utah
Good
Eyes
Barely
Dark
Wasted
Forget
Slightly
Eye
Ahead
Place
Straight
Stills
Smile
Thermos
Still
Sea
Tipped
Back
Almost
Fading

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