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  • They offered me alcohol. A sip, a bottle, a can.

    "Though, there's only two, so that's all you get." With those parting words they left, a click from the door for the turn of their key.

    I was watching their child, they offered me alcohol. Stick a pacy in his mouth and kick back a drink, they'd suggested.

    I picked up the baby and strapped him into his lil' stroller. I took him on a walk, outta that house and away from the smell of beer. No pacy. No alcohol.

    Just fresh air.
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