I wrote something here before, but it got deleted, or the ink turned white, like ancient hair.

I have climbed those stairs so many times my calves have grown large and strong.
I am climbing the stairs, feeling the strain on my calf muscles.
I have been climbing these stairs for days, feeling my stockings stretch tight across my calves as they swell with new muscle.

She gets drunk every Thursday.
She gets drunk.
She gets so drunk people around her begin to burp and hiccup.
She just gets drunk.
When she drinks, it’s impossible to keep the glasses full. The rate of evaporation increases severalfold, highballs and martini glasses sending their giddy particles straight into the air all up and down the bar.

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