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“Do you want to have a cigarette with me?” I asked the short, platinum blonde girl with dark eyes who stood lucidly next to me. / “Sure.” / In the kitchen, she asked me, “How is it here?”. / I don’t know. I haven’t been seated since I got here, so I have no idea. “Can you give me a ride home?”/ “you didn’t drive?” / “I have a DUI. Don’t let anyone hear that. I just… yea, i’m just a drunk.” / She’s goi
