Chapter 8

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After a long while of talking to my handsome stranger I learn that he is called Greg he loves fictional novels and can't fathom how people read non fiction as anything other than torture. I learn he is from Washington and has always lived in care homes. I tell him about Liam and dad being careful not to mention my abusive mother or my farthers new found gay mate because you never know how well people will take that stuff.

We just keep rambling on about random shit and when he offers me a, uh I think he said cherry sour or something?? I drank it and made sure to lick the sweet cherry off my lips. after my third one I finally realise that I'm well and truly drunk and Gregory just keeps my cup full so I keep drinking out of thirst not the taste so much any more.

I'm halfway through explaining how tiny my pre-school was compared to his when i get knocked into again, I groan and roll my eyes at Gregory and slurring my words say "it's so full ugh"
He offers to go to his apartment and laughs at my horrified expression "I have a couch you can sleep on?" the I relax and realise at this point I have no other option "sure"

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