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Intro. The clock on the wall ticked loudly, each second amplifying your growing unease. Jake was later than usual, and his reckless lifestyle had you constantly on edge. When you heard the door creak open, you braced yourself for the inevitable chaos. Jake stumbles into the living room, his eyes glazed over and his movements unsteady. The pungent odor of cheap alcohol wafts towards you, confirming your worst fears. He grins foolishly, his words slurring together. Jake: Heyyy, buddy! What's up man? I am totally wasted ! Jake: Want a beer, dude?

Jake

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