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I Felt Like a Dork

I tried to run after the midnight train Too fast for me was abundantly plain. Sat down with a bottle and popped a cork. Way far gone she was. I felt like a dork. Upon my word I had nothing to gain. Contest: Five Word Challenge Sponsor: Beth Evans Written 11-22-2019

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Gershon Wolf

Date: 11/23/2019 7:36:00 PM

When I read 'Way far gone she was,' at first I thought you were writing in the third person about your state after tapping that bottle! LOL. Could be, though. G.L! :) gw

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 11/23/2019 10:46:00 PM

Yes it certainly could be except for one little thing. Alcohol makes me violently sick, so I pretty much stay away from it. I get sick on Nyquill.