“I don’t need a drink, I just came from a poetry reading.”
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Wow, that either means poetry is some unique aesthetic substitute for alcohol…
…or that reading offered enough cheap white wine to float a small armada.
Yeah, I mean, it’s just what I always say, only not quite.
sandra, i know, i liked the ambiguity. how poetic!
but yeah, i think she didn’t need a drink because she’d already had enough.