And then just as I finished my second cup of Smirnoff Ice, I see my bestfriend talking to you.
She giggles as you tell her something. It doesn't even matter what it is, as in my tipsy and emotional state all I could think about was the loneliness surrounding me.
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Toxic
Short Storyshe was flowers and sweet gin, and he was the poison that destroyed them highest ranking: #561 in Short Story current ranking: #561 in Short Story
