I'm not really sure where to start this, so I'll just start at the beginning. This girl (let's call her Brit) had been ine of my best friends for years. She was like a sister to me. I can remember a time when Brit liked the taste of beer, but hated the idea of being totally wasted. That was about two years ago. I've wanted to be there for her, but
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