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2024-10-08 16:00:15I stretch out on the table to grab the bottle of wine and fill my glass, then down the contents in one go.
I can’t go on without alcohol.
This dinner has gone downhill.
Paul and my dad are talking about soccer, or basketball, or football; I’m not quite sure which sport they’re discussing, and they’re practically shouting.Julie and my mom are talking about cooking, and my mom is bragging about how good she is at making apple pie, the very pie that I made.
Skyler couldn’t come because she’s sick, and Connor is at a friend’s house.
James hasn’t put his phone down for even two seconds, and I’m deeply bored.
At one moment when we were all distracted, Aisha grabbed Paul’s beer bottle and took a sip, and I think she got drunk because she started laughing nonstop, so Julie made her drink some water and managed to get her to fall asleep.
But can kids get drunk?
Maybe she&
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