After the guests have gone, the cold food's been put away, the last piece of bread, the last bit of salad. After we decide that there's vodka in there, after we decide to throw the rest of it away. After the music replays, the infomercials begin, after I've seen this one already. After today, after a week, after a whole year. The days that sneak up on you that begin again tomorrow. The early mornings and late evenings very much like this one, after the throws have been thrown and the last can wait. After I decide that enough is enough and never again and quickly so soon forget. After you make it home safe.
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