It's 7:30 a.m., I'm still drunk, and I can smell the lime on my fingers from squeezing wedges into my gin and sodas last night.
Certainly, I did some things I now wish I could take back... like sending a text or seven that I really, REALLY wish I hadn't. Then again, at least my gin-induced regrets have nothing to do with making out with strangers or
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