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In My Dream
Her body heat awakened the alcohol she had guzzled hours ago. Moist patches in the shape of storm clouds spread from both her armpits. The reek seeped through the tightly woven fibers of her polyester shirtdress cinched at the waist. This woman, unable to control herself, would be in charge of my sobriety. I was…