i deal the only way i know how: i party until i pass out.

partying 3 nights in a row is the best feeling in the world, especially when your voice disappears. i'm supposed to be out again tonight, but i fear permanent damage to my vocal chords. so, liver, you may rest.

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...and his fingers intertwine with yours and he finds it nearly impossible to let go. for a moment, the air inside you dances to the irregularity in your chest, but then you remember; and you force yourself to pry away from the tangle, and everything becomes - still.

i'm sorry boy, but i cannot like you (no matter how charming your damn dimples may be).