Go together like rice and beans with too much cheese on top.

Like a transparent black dress that fails to support your efforts

Like a medicine cabinet filled with used needles and expired vitamins

Like a doting mother who rejects your will to live

Like a supportive friend who doesn’t mind watching you squirm

Like a reformed alcoholic who takes too many pills

Because the pharmacy is just a street away.

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