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... skey from my hand. I growled and glared at him, hating that he had to take the bottle from me.
"If you keep this up, you'll drink yourself into the grave!" he snapped before storming off.
Where I sat on the couch, I felt miserable.
No—miserable was an understatement.
I felt like the gods themselves were laughing at me. Like every time I tried to fix my mess, life found a new way to tear it apart.
The warmth of the whiskey still lingered on my tongue, sharp and bitte ...
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