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Alice felt like shit for what she'd said to Wilson. Breaking the heart of someone you knew was one thing, but doing it to someone she barely knew made her feel like shit. She was drinking a weak screwdriver at the bar, a book of Tolstoy's short stories open in front of her. Guilt ruined her willpower, and she had a half-full pack of cigarettes sat by her right hand.
She went around barefoot everywhere, and had just gotten out of the shower. Wet bangs stuck to her forehead, she blew lazy smoke rings as she took another sip of orange juice and vodka, trying not to think about how big of a bitch she was.
She went around barefoot everywhere, and had just gotten out of the shower. Wet bangs stuck to her forehead, she blew lazy smoke rings as she took another sip of orange juice and vodka, trying not to think about how big of a bitch she was.