‘Why are you so afraid to fall?’ She says to me, teetering on the edge of the bar, balancing precariously on the balls of her feet. I grasp around for an answer but I can’t think straight. My throat feels like sandpaper. I swallow as sliced slithers of saliva trickle down my gullet.
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