It's three in the morning. It's the hour you can't hail a cab. It's the hour bars close and send you tumbling into the half-light. It's the hour you lie awake, willing your racing mind towards dawn. It's the hour you call an old lover. It's the hour you switch to hard liquor. It's the hour you listen to Howling Bells.
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