I am minutes away from going to the dentist and I think I should go pick over my teeth one more time for pieces of the pulp fiction that flew around last night. I'm soggy to say ... I never got that stiff drink. It's a shame too. I need to hunker down and not turn into a lush I think. I witnessed the consequences of what happens when it goes to your head.
And yeah, GOD. I want a sip. Ok, maybe two fingers. Not too much. I don't want people to talk.
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