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Fizzes and Tickles

"What'll you have?"

"Beer's good."

The fizz tickled.

An hours-old "It's definitely you, not me" declaration and a final exit's relief echoes in my head.

A job is life's filler. Not the other way 'round.

Fizzes, tickles...taste like freedom.


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    1. Saying it is easy...putting it into practice can be a little sketchy.
      Thanks for reading.

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  2. I liked what you said about a job being life's filler.

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  4. I can relate to this right now. Great story.

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  5. Hmmm....beer tastes like freedom? Somehow I have never acquired a taste for beer. LOL But I get where you are coming from! Nice take.

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    1. I was thinking about champagne...but I really did have a beer. :)
      Thanks for reading.

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  6. oOo! I loved this! Great story. Great word choices. "Fizzes, tickles...taste like freedom"--Perfection!

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