You are the neighbor whose yacht is next to mine. My wife and I were coming home, arm in arm, after a fun night on the town when our romantic interlude was rudely interrupted by a roar I can only describe as something out of a bad science-fiction movie. You were hanging over the side of your boat above a rapidly spreading circle of whatever dinner or drink disagreed with you. Thanks for reminding me of the merits of moderation, but please stop feeding the sharks.
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