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Chapter Fifty Two: Influence Of Alcohol
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2025-06-28 13:00:55The amber liquid swirled in William's glass like liquid gold, catching the dim bar lights as he raised it to his lips once more. But before he could take another sip, Mia's slender fingers wrapped around the glass, her grip firm and unyielding.
"That's enough," she said, her voice cutting through the haze of alcohol and melancholy that had settled over their corner booth.William looked up at her with bloodshot eyes, his usually sharp features softened by drink and despair. "You don't understand, Mia." His words slurred slightly as he reached for the glass again, but she pulled it further away from him. "Give it back.""No." Mia's tone was resolute. "Drinking yourself into oblivion won't solve anything. We should leave."A bitter laugh escaped William's lips as he slumped back against the worn leather of the booth. "You don't understand," he repeated, running his hands through his disheveled hair. "Have you ever been in love with someone who can't
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The amber liquid swirled in William's glass like liquid gold, catching the dim bar lights as he raised it to his lips once more. But before he could take another sip, Mia's slender fingers wrapped around the glass, her grip firm and unyielding."That's enough," she said, her voice cutting through the haze of alcohol and melancholy that had settled over their corner booth.William looked up at her with bloodshot eyes, his usually sharp features softened by drink and despair. "You don't understand, Mia." His words slurred slightly as he reached for the glass again, but she pulled it further away from him. "Give it back.""No." Mia's tone was resolute. "Drinking yourself into oblivion won't solve anything. We should leave."A bitter laugh escaped William's lips as he slumped back against the worn leather of the booth. "You don't understand," he repeated, running his hands through his disheveled hair. "Have you ever been in love with someone who can't
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