ICANNOTKEEPMYMOUTHSHUT.
AND
ANEVENINGSPENTATHOMEWITHALITTLEWINELEADSMETOSAYREALLYBLUNTTHINGS-
THATISHOULDNOTBESOBOLDTOSAY.




Sometimes we talk over dinner like old friends, 'till I go and kill the bottle.
I go off over any old thing. Break your heart and raise a glass or ten.

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