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Chp5: Open Bar

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last update publish date: 2026-07-19 15:03:52

My cousin’s wedding was the last place I wanted to be on a Saturday night. I only showed up because family guilt is a powerful thing. The ceremony was fine; pretty church, lots of flowers—but the reception at the big waterfront hall was packed with people I barely knew. I was sitting at a table by myself, sipping cheap champagne, watching my cousin dance with her new husband while my phone kept buzzing with texts from my roommate asking how bad it was.

I needed air. Or another drink. Probab
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