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Answers In A Bottle

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Answers In A Bottle
by Pirate Turner


        He froze in the doorway, his blue eyes riveting on the bed in the cramped room. He walked to it slowly and ran trembling fingers over the willow bark as beloved faces loomed to life in his mind. John sank down onto the bed, his pants marring the mattress, with a heart full of sorrow. He took a snort from the bottle he leaned on, though he knew it would never stop the pain that engulfed his life. Only one would, and she was gone from his miserable life forever. Her name whispered in the room, spelling his eternal doom.

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