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Vingt-quatre

After we finished eating and celebrating our first day in a relationship which he finished the whole bottle of the wine down to his throat, I cursed myself for being with an immature man.

I hold him as he stumbled, I put his arms on my shoulder and dragged him to the hotel.

"You know I hated when the waiter was flirting with you." He slurred and I rolled my eyes, trust me he wasn't flirting with me.

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