Everything was a blur.
I'm not a fucking faggot, OK?
It felt like everything was moving in slow motion. I felt fuzzy around the edges.
I'm not a fucking faggot, OK?
I'm not FUCKING GAY.
Another drink slid down my throat.
Gay. Gay. Gay. Gay.
Faggot.
Lauren is here. Next to me.
Tyler - he's gay.
I'm not a fucking faggot. Am I a fucking faggot? Do I fuck faggots? No I don't.
My friends and I, we've got a lot of problems.
Oh, God, I feel like shit.
Oh God, where's Phil?
I have to find Phil. My feet! They must work. I have to find Phil. No, stop. Stop pulling me. Stop pulling me, Lauren. I have to go. Have to find Phil.
He'll know what to do.
Phil?
PHIL!
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