“Yes, mom. We’re fine, everything’s fine,” I said with a smile as I stared at my two best friends, Dia and Asia, who were having a conversation across the table before my eyes darted to the huge window next to me. It was still pouring outside and it didn’t seem like it was going to let up anytime soon so my decision for us to wait for it to let up before we leave the diner wasn’t a very good one. “Are you sure? I can be on the next flight there if you need me there,” my mom replied and I shook my head sideways like she could see me. “No, no, it’s fine. Really. We have food, money, no adults to supervise us and we’re dropping by the supermarket to grab some whiskey on our way back home. Woo-hoo, woo-hoo!” “No supermarket will sell alcohol to you. You’re eighteen.” “I
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