Hostile Takeover (of My Heart)
Hindi ko na namalayan kung paano kami nakaabot ni Cam na ilang empty bottles na ang nasa mesa.
“Shot pa!” sigaw ni Cam.
“Cam, I’m rich, heartbroken, and potentially disowned. Kung hindi tequila, baka tao na ang malunod ko,” I said, tossing another shot back.
By shot #4, I was warm.
By shot #6, I was reckless.
By shot #7, I was a public hazard.
I stood up — for whatever reason, no one knows — and tried to strut to the bar like a queen. Pero ang lumabas? Drunken giraffe in heels.
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