there's no ending to the wonders liquor and good company can do. inhibitions crumble and secrets rush forth like breached dam. we talk of betrayal behind the best of friendships, of infidelity hidden in the shadows of seemingly flawless relationships, of the innate weakness of the human heart, of broken vows, of great foes and even greater loves -- all conjured from the recesses of our memories...
the brightest picture hides the darkest negative.
sometimes i wish the memory of last night's conversation would just fade away like some terrible hangover.
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