I'm not sure if Bev's drunk, disassociating, or both, at the moment. Whichever, she came home at 3:30, after calling the house phone, mom's phone, and my phone--the latter three times. I was awake, not that I wanted to be, and I didn't answer. Deliberately. Because if SHE decides to go out, then it's HER FUCKING RESPONSIBILITY TO GET HOME. NOT MINE
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