Dawson James

Dawson James

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"Come on, it'll be fine!" she said as we pulled into the driveway. Monica Button's house was the nicest thing I had ever seen, and I hadn't even been inside yet! When we got in there the first thing I saw were these two people making out on the stairs, both holding red Solo cups. Monica came right up to me and Tisha and greeted us as she escorted us into the kitchen. There were a lot of people in there when we came in but they all were getting the same thing: Vodka. Monica handed both me and Tisha a cup and told us to have fun before scurrying off. I put my cup down and looked around for some regular soda. When I finally found some Tisha took it out of my hands and told me I was a pussy for not taking the booze. "Oh really? Me? A pussy?" I said, slightly offended by the remark. "Yep, a P-U-S-S-Y" Tisha taunted. Once she said that I snatched the cup off the table and chugged down every drop of its content. I instantly regretted it. Oh why hadn't I listened to Rose?
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