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hairdresser in an hour, but I have to stop

this trembling of my hands. I pour three

fingers and knock it back, letting the

alcohol burn my throat and quiet the

erratic beating in my chest.

The only secret people keep

Is Immortality.

Another one of Emily's poem’s

words play over and over in my mind as

I pour another drink, trying to ward off

the niggling feeling of impending doom. I