The Sober Masters Secret
The beer was flowing out of taps onto the floor.
The leprechauns were lying in it, singing weird songs.
I stepped over them on the way to the bar.
Patrick O’Malley recognized me immediately.
Aren’t you the one who sobers up that lot?
I stared at the mess on the floor and nodded.
How do you do it?
I was hesitant to give away my trade secrets.
If there are other Sober Masters, I might be out of a job.
If you can keep a secret, I will tell you.
I take them home to their mothers.
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