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After I left Justin's house, I was immediately hoarded by paparazzi outside his house. Wonderful.
Shortly after, I arrived back at my house. I took a deep breath and unlocked the door and stepped inside. I yelled out, "I'm home!", but no one answered. I walked inside more and looked around and said, "Hello? Mac? Mom?" And then I heard a faint, "I'm in here." So I went after the sound.
I walked in on Mac sitting on the lounge seat just looking at his phone. Examining it. Furrowing his eyebrows. I stood there and looked at him.

"Uh, hey. I'm back-"
"What's this?" He interrupted, showing me his phone screen.

 I'm back-"       "What's this?" He interrupted, showing me his phone screen

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I look up at him and shake my head. "I would explain, but honestly I don't even know the full story! I promise nothing happened." He just looked at me in disbelief. I wanted him to believe me. He needs to. Because it is the truth.
A few silent moments later, he speaks up and asks, "Were you...drunk?"
"Yes, I was, therefore I wasn't responsible for my actions after!"
He took a deep breath and said, "Okay."
"Okay?"
"Okay... I'm gonna go on a drive. Clear my mind."
"Okay, I'll just go get my-"
"No, you stay...here...just stay."
I slightly shook my head and agreed.
He walked out the house and that was the last I heard from him.
What did I do?

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