Today's OneWord: Brewed

Charlotte brewed beer, hunted deer, and kissed girls 'cause she was queer. She ate beef, smoked dry leaf, and ran the place like an Indian chief. She was sassy, she was classy, she had a voice that was trumpet-brassy. Now she's older, growing colder, but still strong and tough as a boulder.

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