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After The Meeting

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At the AA meeting, my dog, I had taken her with me as support.
She looked around and went over to a tall elegant man with a wave
of white hair and refined air (I’ve none) and sat there looking up
to him adorningly. On the way home I told her to sit in the back,
this confused her as she usually curls up in the seat beside me.
There was an awkward silence; her ears were up, knew something
was wrong: “So you think I’m bald; let me tell you this; that man
is a doctor and kill people when he’s drunk and perform heart
surgery ” I said, not addressing the dog directly and said no more,
as I sounded ridiculous. Back home I drank vodka, with cola light

and ice, the dog had to sleep in outside, on the terrace.
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