Chapter 121~ Desire To Kill

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((VERY SHORT CHAPTER, sorry.... I'm taking a mental health break from this book after something happened))

Many days passed, our Florida trip was practically not the same as it started.
It was hard to stay sober.

Drink
Throw up
Pass out...
Repeat.

The house always smelled of wine and beer, and always had a sad vibe to it. I was always super sad when I wasn't drunk.
Though the neighbors complained about the explicit sexual music we blasted late at night, which would continue to play until the radio batteries died out or it met the end of the playlist. Luckily, the police haven't been called yet. But the neighbors are absolute Karen's so I'm sure we'll get a 'special' visit soon. We were drunk. I don't blame them.

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