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Why do people drink?

This stuff tastes awful

I force e juice and vodka

My throat burns

My head spins

I reach for so to hold onto Find the white banister It's smooth, ornate, pure money

This entire house is pure money Pristine carpet Glass tables Three-thousand-dollar leather upholstery

Six-dollar Trader Joe's vodka

The cheap booze ruins the aesthetic It clashes with the skylights, the sliding glass doors, the glowing aqua pool

Not that anyone notices My classmates are used to expensive furniture and two-million-dollar mansions

But cheap vodka and an empty upstairs?

That thrills them

I've heard enough rumors to know the drill Rich kids Nice house Cheap booze Parents out of town I heard Dean fucked Judy…

Not that it's always Dean

It's just those are the only rumors I pay attention to

A giggle cuts through the big, white rooht into my ears

There's Judy, all blond hair and long li her red nails over Dean's forearm

His sy and life and lust for torturing me

He raises a brow Runs his strong hand through his shaggy dirty blond hair