New York I Love You But You Murdered My Liver
Jessica Misener
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Beijing was the same, by about 9pm every night I’d be somewhere north of 15 shots of Jameson consumed cautiously with soda water through a straw giraffing out of a tulip glass. Then I’d waddle home cradling a 4 liter jug of water like a newborn and sleep it off to be repeated the next day.

I really like your writing. You’re funny.

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