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Mungkin hanya sekelebat berlalu sambil membawa sejumput senyum yang tertahan-tahan sudah bisa dijadikan bukti bahwa aku benar-benar telah berputar dua puluh kali. Atau mungkin, ini yang disebut pasca drunk-up dimana kau tidak akan pernah bisa membedakan antara jerawatmu dengan biji kacang atau kau tidak dapat membedakan jalan dan selokan. Karena kau mungkin saja sedang terbang. Ragamu boleh menancap indah di bumi, tetapi jiwamu jauh melesat bagai roket berkecepatan tinggi. Tuhan, ah benarkah aku memiliki rasa itu? Rasa apa ini lebih tepatnya? Bukan rasa vanilla atau aroma Cabernet Sauvignon kesukaanku. Hanya saja, aku merasa aman.


Regards,
Della Rosalita

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