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hard to breathe
_________________________________________I don't even know any of these people, I don't even live on this side of town...
At this point I do not even recall how I managed to get into a house party.
The music was thumping and the lighting was a deep grayish blue. People were everywhere, some singular and others twined together like twizzlers.
Did she... did she just smoke dope out of a pizza... nope I gotta get some air.
I stumbled through the dancing, grinding bodies and nearly tripped over the threshold to get outside. I didn't even remember drinking, hell I didn't remember a thing.
I found myself collapsing onto a hammock, the music still thumping from inside the house. A very dry, vibrating trill that made my insides jumble.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
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Mizahnothing to live for, only a good drink. why must life be so hard... and Graham be so pretty? #10 in vodka 05/01/24