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Submitted to Contest #218
Clink! Glass bottles toasted in the cardboard box as I set it on my cluttered coffee table. The motherload. I knew it… Thanks Dad. That was the last of father’s things. My dark apartment still needed lamps, but it was lighter than my mood. I felt like life had shortchanged me and I couldn’t afford happiness—only cheap alcohol and maybe rent for the next few months. This delicate and familiar sound was profound to me. I felt a rush of relief realizing Dad was a hypocrite. Now, I could be disappointed because he had had a taste for it too...
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