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Sep 05, 2006 17:10

Oh shit.

What the bloody hell did I just do?

I partly blame all the firewhiskies I drank for this. I just hate being sloshed sometimes. But only sometimes.

((Ok, this part's hexed, charmed, whatever you call it, so only Oliver can read it:))

Oliver, I would completely understand if you don't ever talk to me again, but I need to explain myself.

So can we talk? Immediately would be nice. And I - I promise will make sure it won't happen again. It's just -- it's just hard, ok? Just talk to me. Please.

((Karla, I was planning to email you and let you know about what Katie's trying to say here, but I figured it would be more drama-filled if you wing it, yeah? Let's just say Oliver and Katie had a few drinks, that resulted to things being said and something done that made our dear Oli feel guilty and head home.

I was craving some more drama, so... XD))
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