There's a place in the corner of the bottom of the glass where the smell of my last drink lingers. I stick my face into the rim, the cool glass indenting a perfect circle around my mouth and nose, and inhale the fumes. No visible remnants exist and the world looks upside down. I breathe in again, the tangy odor bringing back memories of moments before. Pulling the glass away, I look into the bottom once more, searching absentmindedly through my teeth for a hint of the taste that had made me cringe with a frozen promise of happiness.
Sighing, I set it down and, again, pour another. I drop some ice cubes in afterward, skill-lessly spilling drink onto the counter. Another deep breath and I take a long drink.
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