Yet we had been seeing another
kind of
flight, a
spiritual liberation
from this
world, people who
rose above their
problems.
Our
friend's
gorge rose as he
bitterly cried out: "If there is a
God, He
certainly hasn't done anything for me!"
As the
whisky rose to my
head I told myself I would
manage better next time, but I might as well
get
good and
drunk then.
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