December 2006. I laughed really hard when I found this.

[terresapart]

I slump over the last steps and draw the liqueur bottle from the top drawer, and unloading the remainder into my throat, take again to the stairs.

My father is storming around, and he stops and says

Don’t worry I’m going to stay and take care of it.And in an instant I see that this might cut me from the ride I need across town. My aunt and uncle

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[anonymous]

Good one, doofus.