Dropping the bomb

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I place glasses into the sink, throw away cans of beer, and tidy up whatever else got messed up over the weekend.

I spent all of yesterday sleeping. I drank way too fucking much Friday and Saturday night. The partying didn’t end until six in the morning yesterday. I feel like a corpse at this point but Millie will be coming over soon and the last fucking thing I want or need is a fight.

Saturday night Antonio, Julian, and Dani came over after a night at the club. When I say Antonio could party, he could fucking party. We stayed up into the early hours drinking to the point of forgetting our names. Millie would probably be disappointed but I didn’t do anything other than drink too much that would upset her. I was a good boy, kept to myself, and immediately shooed away any female that tried to get too close.

I fucking miss Millie, which still feels strange considering it’s a new feeling for me. We didn’t talk or text much while she was gone, which put me on fucking edge all wee