Rachel sat on the porch railing out the front of Brittany’s house, swinging her feet while gripping the wooden beam she was sitting on for balance, while struggling to hear what Tina was saying over the noise of the party inside.
She wasn’t drunk. She had never been the type of girl to drink into excess, but she wasn’t designated driver for the
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