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Samuel asked as he entered the living room, which was crowded with guys, girls, beers, and drugs.
This is the seventh party I’ve thrown this week, and it was weird how people always turned up even when not invited, but who am I to complain?
I smiled and raised a bottle to him, “Hey Sam, you’ve got it right buddy! Care to join me!”
“Join you? You don’t even look like you now!”
I raised a hand in surrender, “WOAH, someone’s is such a buzz kill.”
Samuel pulled me up from the midst of two girls on the couch where I sat in a much quiet corner. “What do you think are you doing? Whiskey, beer? Marijuana, cocaine? You’re just eighteen. These kinds of stuff are not for you.”
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