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Free Wine

Paul is trying to be philosophical: “To rebel fors t’ sake of rebelling is sstupid,” he says. “Y’ shuld rebel because you belive in something greter.” Paul believes in getting fucking drunk and fucking drunk. Red wine drips from his … Continue reading

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Second Round

He smells it over the sweat and adrenaline: turkey, mashed potatoes, corn bread. He is sitting against corner ropes, arms stretched across, just as he was sitting on his mother’s couch next to one of his younger brothers, his wife … Continue reading

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