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If My Valentine You Won't Be, I'll Hang Myself On Your Christmas Tree.

No Horse Named Morbid Ever Won A Race.

The Whiskey Warmed His Tongue And The Back Of His Throat, But It Did Not Change His Ideas Any, And Suddenly, Looking At Himself In The Mirror Behind The Bar, He Knew That Drinking Was Never Going To Do Any Good To Him Now. Whatever He Had Now He Had, And It Was From Now On, And If He Drank Himself Unconscious When He Woke Up It Would Be There.

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Prose Is Architecture, Not Interior Decoration, And The Baroque Is Over.