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The Bone Marrow Song
No matter how many times I drained one of my father’s bottles, it never seemed to be enough.I tossed the empty bottle between my hands; it was my fifth one that night, my twentieth this week. Sighing, I dropped the bottle to the floor and kicked it under my bed to join the others. The bottle…