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Camille:

When Daniel yelled at me to get in, the guilt I had felt disappeared immediately. What right did he have to yell at me? Was I his responsibility? He was the last person to lecture me on the right way to behave.

“Don’t raise your voice at me,” I said in a small but steady voice. I staggered a little, but fortunately, Reggie held me.

Daniel’s eyes darkened with rage.

“You’re drunk,” he accused me. “You’re fucking drunk.”

“And what’s that to you?” I asked, equally raising my voice. “You get drunk everyday and you and your drunk disgusting friends mess up my house. If anyone should yell at me for this, it shouldn’t be you.”

Daniel opened his mouth to say something, but didn’t. He leaned against the door and crossed his arm, turning his gaze on Reggie.

“Get in,” he repeated to me, still looking at Reggie.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” I slurred.

“If you don’t get in in ten seconds, get ready to sleep outside,” he warned me.

“What the hell is wrong with y
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