When I reach my porch, I feel around for my keys in my pockets, but I can't find them.
I walk around to my window and teasingly, i spot them sitting right there, plain as day on my bookshelf.
I curse under my breath and begin to open the window.
It was raining, and my body was wet and slimy; so fucking uncomfortable..
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I climb through the window head first and accedently fall in from the slipperiness of my skin.
I bang my head against the floor.
"Ugh fuck.." I sit on the floor for awhile, waiting for the dizziness to die down. Once it does, i search through my hamper and change into dry clothes. Then, I hop into bed with a bottle of alcohol and my Beats. The two things I needed most to help me get to sleep at night.
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Beauty and the kid with the Beats
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