Clara's POV"What can I get you, Miss?" the bartender asked."Something really strong that would help me forget all about my problems," I answered."I'm sorry, she doesn't get out much. We'll get two vodkas." Ivy interrupted.The bartender nodded and then carried out our orders."Are you sure you don't want to go to a place a bit quieter with preferably less sweaty people?" Ivy asked."This is right where I'm meant to be," I answered assertively.The bartender slammed our two drinks on the counter, two tiny glasses.I was surprised that that was it. I expected a lot more.Maybe I should go out a lot more often.I took a shot of the strong liquor, the fluid running down my throat.With alcohol tasting this horrible, how was it ever supposed to help anyone feel better?"I want a whole bottle," I said, slamming the glass down.Ivy looked at me, concerned, as the bartender nodded at my request.We started drinking, both of us taking turns taking our shots as I continued to elaborate on my
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