When I get to my room, I throw myself on the bed, and I try to cry myself to sleep, but I just cry and I don't feel sleepy. I get out of bed, to go to THC club again and guilt envelopes me. When I get out of the cab, I stand at the gate as I contemplate going in. This is the club that sells limbicus, the drug that killed my brother, but it is the only club that sells alcohol that can make me sleep for days. I decide that I'm going to drink one glass and rush to my dorm room to sleep afterward. “Don’t you dare even think about going in there!” I wince at the sound of the authoritative voice behind me. I turn, even though I know who it is.“You are not my dad, or my brother, or whatever you think you are.” I want to walk in, but I get rooted on the spot. “What are you doing here?” Dr. Brown folds his arms, ignoring my dramatic speech . “I'm doing what everyone does, obviously drinking. Are you stalking me again? You creep. You are my boss, for goodness’ sake.”He smirks, amused b
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