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Description
The night is like an umbrella for your feelings: the more you drink, the easier it is to hide photos in the far reaches of your memory. The fear of facing sobriety sounds almost like a rule - better another shot than a conversation with your own thoughts. Mom prays somewhere between the lines, and your hands already remember the familiar gesture of “one more,” because the sober version leads too quickly to memories. Awkward bitterness and warm pity coexist - and that's the whole point: it's uncomfortable to cry like an adult, so it's easier to pretend that everything is fine until this background wears out.
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