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Charles Bukowski, dead for decades, followed me on Twitter. Intoxicated by his spare sentences, I followed him back. Too late. He'd unfollowed me, leaving behind only a faint odor of alcohol and cigarettes, and a typewriter's echoing strokes. He used me and left me. I'm another one of Bukowski's followers. He's moved on to the next girl.