I would have appreciated true beauty, and not chased what was temporary and lacked transcendence. I saw her across from the casket. She was a knockout. I asked her to brunch. She was a dancer. The gear was pole. That was among massage oil-fueled misadventures. And what remains single. I need a drink!

I Need a Drink!
Collection: Tidal Tales
Prompt: If you had an unlimited amount of do overs, what would you do over?
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