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Lorenzo

I poured another drink, the amber liquid splashing haphazardly into my glass. The room spun, a dizzying carousel of colors and shapes, but I didn't care. I deserved to drown in my sorrows, to let the numbness take over and wash away the pain.

Bottles littered the table before me, a graveyard of empty and half-empty vessels, each a testament to my despair. Cigarette smoke choked the air