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Good thing my parents keep lot's of beer in the house. I didn't drink enough tonight to be drunk, but enough to get my mind off of Becca. I'm pretty sure I've taken a perfectly good thing and, in the signature Ilya style, beaten it into a bloody pulp. Maybe I'm just cursed to be alone the rest of my life.
I'm not going to write anything else because I just remembered only 1 person would actually read this, maybe.
I'm not going to write anything else because I just remembered only 1 person would actually read this, maybe.