"I don't wanna go to work tomorrow," I moan, my cheek pressed to the cool neck of the beer bottle in my hand. It's Sunday evening, and Bella finally made it back to my apartment. She isn't happy to find me in a messy apartment, several, empty beer bottles littering my table with me settled on the floor. "If you keep drinking, you'll definitely not be able to go," she points out. My eyes widen as I get an idea. "Maybe I can call in sick, right? Yes!" "What about the day after that?" "I'll be ready to face him," I say. Bella sighs. She's sitting on the other side of the table. "Maybe if you tell me what happened, I can help." "I messed up," I say. "Yeah, you've already told me that ten times already. I want details, Emma. How else can I help you?" I pout and shake my head.
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