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2024-09-24 16:00:03Within half an hour, things have gotten out of hand; we're all drunk except for my mom.
The grandparents, to celebrate, gave alcohol to Jace and me. He's only slightly tipsy, while I'm completely gone after having a drinking contest with Grandpa Carl with beer and champagne shots.
I have no idea what song is playing right now; I don't recognize it, but it's quite lively. Our living room looks like a freaking nightclub, and I've brought out my panda-shaped Bluetooth speakers to blast the music even louder.
Grandma Maria approaches me. "Brianna, shall we do that nice butt move you young girls do?"
"You mean twerking?"
"Yes, exactly! We'll attract some nice guys!"
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