Friends | ✓

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I remember the first time you got drunk. We were 17, it was cold and dark, the middle of winter. You showed up at my house, cheeks flushed, eyes red and swollen, but you still looked beautiful. She had broken your heart, she met someone knew. I never told you this and you don't remember, but you kissed me. You tasted like whisky and sangria. Your lips were dry and the kiss was sloppy, but I never pulled away