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She sat there, tentative to take another shot, but doing so anyways, hoping she would blackout. So, this was how she would breach her contract, getting drunk and high, ruining her friendship with the only person who cared. It didn’t matter now. Sam Adams was her friend. Mary Jane was her lesbian lover. Who cared what that other girl- what was her name? Did it really matter?-thought anyways? The ember-filled fire place sizzled and popped as she threw their contract in. No need for it now.

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3 Comments

  1. About 10 seconds before self destruction I’d say.

  2. wow a lot said in a few words Great story

  3. quite impressive.


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