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Then one fine morning, it happened. One phone call

Then one fine morning, it happened. One phone call, From the one who told her never to speak to him ever again. "How are you?", he asked. " I am well and you?" came the cold but courteous reply. "Still the same,"he scoffed like he always did. "You better ask my liver that question". She fell quiet as though she knew what he meant But pretended not to understand "Excuse me?, she asked "You were excused long ago, madam", he chuckled "I wanted to let you know its my turn to suffer". "You wished for my terrible death" "Well, your wish is my command". And she heard a long beep tone. He hung up, those being his last words, They never spoke again... ©Lakshmi Menon Wine is bottled poetry- RL Stevenson #alcoholaddiction #socialissue
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Lakshmi Menon

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Wine is bottled poetry- RL Stevenson #alcoholaddiction #socialissue #Society

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