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2 a.m.
She sipped her drink
This time she wasn’t going to text him

3 a.m.
She poured herself another
This time she wasn’t going to call him

4 a.m.
She took a swig from the bottle
This time he would have to come back begging

5 a.m.
She was dazed, a tear on her cheek
He was still on her mind

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