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Any label peeled from the bottle

She was never gorgeous, never subtle in her seduction, yet i was rapt. Time and again i would raise a bleary eye from the depths of some god awful toilet bowl i had cradled half the night and wonder what i saw in her. An hour later, wiping vomit from the hair under my lip, she would be all i could taste. She was a Friday night whore that was still there Monday mornings. She pillaged my wallet and raped my balance. She undermined my politeness making me feel less afraid but she was never gorgeous.