A secret found in the bottom of a glass of beer makes the air in the room kind of heavy. It goes down with some coaxing, but the aftertaste remains. I’ll never tell because the secret was dead on arrival. A revelation that makes me nervous in the light behind your eyes. It seems that I’m not the only one with secrets, dead or otherwise.

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