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Winter is brown liquor and dark beer and spiked-coffee and bottle after bottle of red wine. Winter is dark and winter allows you to drink in the afternoon, because it feels like the night. Gin-soaked summer days are a lovely way to pass the time, but they seem to evaporate as quickly as the sweat on your skin does. Which is to say, very quickly. Winter drinking pins you in place, like a butterfly stretched thin and tight across a specimen board. You can't move, but you're not weighed down. I will miss that.
It's 1:35 pm now. It's raining. Just raining.