I drank the milk and I left it out. It was sweeter than honey to my mouth. I held the glass in my chilly hands, the cold helped. I was strong, my hands were so strong. Not a thing could curdle this milk...but it curdles. I drank it all the same, I didn't stop. It thickens and it ferments, and my iceberg hands feel so strong. Do I feel it all? What is sweeter than honey? What is stronger than a lion?
This is what it feels like to be honest with yourself. Cold.
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