he walked up to the front door and knocked at the door, tears blurring his eyes and the a vodka bottle in his hand.
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Hayran Kurgu"the burn of alcohol can never compare to the pain i felt the night you left me" one sentence all lowercase
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he walked up to the front door and knocked at the door, tears blurring his eyes and the a vodka bottle in his hand.
