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That hy I got into it Seemed like a man’s drink Like most seventeen-year-old boys, I was desperate to prove I was a man

Penny sits on the couch and crosses her legs

She smooths her ivory dress

She looks every bit the bride to be Glowing, nervous, happy

But she’s in my hotel room

That’s not a good fucking sign

Her honey eyes fix on ia “You remember the first time we snuck some of Daddy’s bourbon?”

“I said I loved it, chugged a glass, spent the night throwing up” Fuck, that was miserable

She laughs “You made it half an hour”

“You still went out with me”

“I liked you”

“Was it the dry heaving that did it?”

“No It was you All those things that are stil

l you The intensity in your eyes The way I can always tell you’re thinking soive up on what you want You’re principled and unco I wanted then”