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Part 10: Awkward Samara

The first thing I thought about when I woke up this morning---after realizing I was already wearing a different pajamas, that there were bottles of alcohol scattered around the damn floor, and seeing my foot with a handkerchief covered in blood---was death. Pure one. A slow, painful death that would swallow me all the way down to the ground; never to be seen or heard from again. 

I keep playing with my straw as I stare at Brenna's sudden reaction. Her eyes are wide open and it would be an understatement to say that she's surprised. She's not only surprised. She seems to be... in total awe. 

"Fucking shit, Sam!" Her voice raises. "You kissed him?!" 

I immediately gestured her to calm down. But it seems that it's already too late; now that everyone's eyes inside this coffee shop are on us. 

"I was drunk!" I protested. 

It's the truth. I really was drunk. Half of me knew what I was doing that night. But half of me was also men

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