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“it does work, but your sour mood is killing my buzz.” honey languidly pushes the food on her plate around as she speaks. she can’t fathom chewing right now.
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“and you can’t go a single second without saying some bullshit.” she knows she should be embarrassed, but she isn’t. the mug is brought to her lips to take a sip of the bitter coffee, taste only made worse by the liquor. “i’m trying to get this hangover to go away.”
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