opened a bottle of wine. He’d had to stick to a driving-appropriate amount of alcohol at Lance’s, but not now.
That’s what I’m holding out for, well not wine, cider. My home is lost to the floods, I’m stuck living with my Mummy Dearest until I can find and rent somewhere new for up to a bloody year, and FUCK IT! I so So SO want a drink just to obliterate the voices, my sadness, just for a little while, and my Mummy Dearest has denied me to having even a sip of anything alcoholic here.
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