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I Remember, I Forget

Seven years ago, he hit bottom all alone in a dingy house. Things are very different today

I remember sipping from dad's beer on fishing trips. I remember soda and whiskey. I remember crookedly mowing the lawn before a seventh grade dance. I remember feeling whole and happy after the first drink.

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