Chapter 9"Give me another shot," Freya said in a slurred voice at the bar counter.Instead of staying in the house, where everything reminded her of the life she had just lost, Freya decided to hit the bar.Maybe she wanted to drink herself to death, or she just wanted to forget about how miserable her life had become, even for a second.The bartender looked at her and sighed, "You, again?"Freya narrowed her eyes. She was really terrible with alcohol. She had only had a few shots, but she was already feeling tipsy, and her stomach was churning painfully.She couldn't remember the last time she had a proper meal, and here she was, downing glass after glass of whiskey as if it were pineapple juice.The bartender was just doing his job. He got another shot and passed it to Freya, who drank it in one gulp.The bitterness crawling down her throat made Freya squint her eyes. How she wished the alcohol would wash away the bitterness she was feeling in her heart.Freya had been drinking for
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