C H A P T E R 15

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Spouse are described as garments for each other which means they are each other's protector and defense through thick and thin. They fulfill each other and hide each other's flaws and cover imperfections.

 They fulfill each other and hide each other's flaws and cover imperfections

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And then my mom came to my house and she gave me a present because it was it was my birthday

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And then my mom came to my house and she gave me a present because it was it was my birthday. Everyone came to my birthday party. 

- My eight year old sister's first words summarizing what she thinks this book is about to begin the chapter. 

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Somehow I find myself sat inside Gustav's car on the way to this stupid party. 

Rachel successfully dragged me, not literally but because she had the dorm keys and wouldn't give them to me. I mean I could just go and ask the front desk for the extra but I took that one last time I was locked out and haven't given it back since then. 

We then made a promising deal- which was if  an hour through the party I still don't want to stay, she will personally grab a cab and go back to the dorms with me. Now all I have to do know is lock myself in the bathroom for 60 minutes with my earphones plugged in watching superstore, and only come out when it's time to leave. 

We parked the car in front of the white house, with large pillars in the entrance

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We parked the car in front of the white house, with large pillars in the entrance. You could hear the loud banging music, and smell the thick stench of alcohol and what is that, urine? You could see a piles of drunk teens scattered all around the area, making out, fighting, dancing, humping. I can't even. No. I could be in bed right now, in my sweatpants snuggling my fluffy pillows with my laptop opened, watching whatever- even fortnight videos for all I care just anything better then being here. 

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