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  • Chapter 04
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Hit full in the face by her gin and tonic,
lemon slice on the lips too,
you widen those velvet eyes,
a siren’s black inviting pools. Not now.
Your hair drips ice, mascara taints.
How could she be so drunk, so ridiculous,
in front of friends and colleagues too,
and the evening gown ruined.
She won’t want it back, or the man.