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2024-10-20 16:00:52"I swear I will never touch another drop of alcohol again. I swear I will never touch another drop of alcohol again. I swear I will never touch another drop of alcohol again," I continue to mumble while lying on my back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
Yesterday, when I fell asleep, James, Sky, and Connor were here with me, but this morning I woke up alone.
I hear my cousin and my best friend's voices coming from downstairs, but I doubt the other three are still here.
James left before I woke up. Was he so remorseful that he didn’t even want to talk about it?
The thought gives me a tight feeling in my stomach. I don’t want to lose him. But this time, I’m not regretting the kiss. I mean, I’m not saying I’m head over heels in love and dreaming of spending my life with James, but I simply believe that if two people kiss multiple times, even if they were both under the influence of alcohol, there has to be at least some attrac
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