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We never really understood his resentment toward his mom as she was a favorite amongst his friends. Her hair was a curly dark brown that she'd only straighten for special occasions.
I don't know if it was the alcohol or the adrenaline from gaming, but we hadn't even realized the hours that had flown by.
The tipsy laughter and slurred voices that echoed from party downstairs had slowly faded into a dead silence.
He pounded away shot after shot of tequila while chasing it with wine.
It wasn't long until he was passed out on the bed, leaving both me and Herman alone to entertain ourselves with nothing but the remaining alcohol and computer video games.
Her skin was a glowing light olive color with a few well-placed birth marks sc.attered about.