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GREAT AMERICAN TRAGEDY HE GRABBED ME AROUND MY SLENDER NECK, I COULD NOT CALL OR SCREAM, AND DRAGGED ME TO HIS DINGY ROOM WHERE WE COULD NOT BE SEEN. HE TORE AWAY MY FLIMSY WRAP AND LOOKED UPON MY FORM, I WAS SO COLD AND DAMP AND SCARED WHILE HE WAS HOT AND WARM. HIS FEVERISH LIPS HE PRESSED TO MINE, I GAVE HIM EVERY DROP HE DRAINED ME OF MY VERY SELF, I COULD NOT MAKE HIM STOP HE MADE ME WHAT I AM TODAY, THAT'S WHY YOU FIND ME HERE- A BRICKEN BOTTLE THROWN AWAY. THAT ONCE WAS FULL OF BEER.