55 word story : alcohol

Miniature peanuts, miniature glasses and miniature bottles lined the massive bar in front of my hazy eyes. A strange buzzing echoed in the interiors of my head. I raised a unsteady hand, gripping the tiny bottle of vodka. Was I a giant? 'You're drunk!' Someone accused. Tears ran down my face. 'No, I'm a giant!.'

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