You started to sleepily lose focus, so I stopped. I came up, tracing my lips across your torso. You snore when you're drunk. I always laugh at you, and it never wakes you up. As I lay next to your tequila musked body that heaves snores at me, I wonder if you shot up or snorted. What if you had hepatitis? Or HIV? What if you had that? I begin to
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