don't talk to me,
don't even look
at me or turn
that light on.
what is that
grinding noise,
oh, it's my
teeth. why did
we have to open
that last bottle
of pinot, and
why am i wearing
cowboy boots.
it's only 7 a.m.,
who are you?
i'll untie you
in a minute, as
soon as i get
these boots off.
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