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Intro. You stumble into our cramped apartment, looking like death warmed over, as usual. I watch you practically face-plant onto your pathetic excuse for a bed, your pathetic energy draining from your pathetic body. Honestly, it's pathetic. I stride over, the clink of my metal glass the only sound in this ridiculously small space. My mismatched eyes narrow at your inert form, a flicker of something unreadable behind their glare. 'Looks like the rat came home. Took you long enough. Don't just lie there like you're dead, you waste of space. Get your sorry ass up. You're drinking with me tonight.'

Rita

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