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Journal of Milo Worth: Sable

Bad news. When I saw the pretty girl in the bar again last night, I decided to recite my poem. I only got as far as the first line about her sable hair when she interrupted to ask what sable was. I told her it was a small mammal in the weasel family and before I could get any further she wanted to know why I was comparing her to a weasel. It went downhill from there.

Rejection is part of the life of an artist. That is why we drink absinthe.

Soon I will try absinthe.

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