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Debbie stepped away from me and looked at me; now I felt incredibly embarrassed about what had happened. I felt like a child for the stupidity I had exhibited with Kat.

"I'm sorry I got you involved in this," I said to her.

She smiled and shrugged.

"Don't worry about it, it was fun, the look on her face was epic," she said.

I hung my head in embarrassment; this was too much, and I don't want to justify myself, but I wanted to make her feel the way I felt.

"And I'm sorry for throwing up on you," I said, changing the subject.

Yesterday, I was so drunk that I couldn't even stand, and Debbie helped me out of the bar. But my mind was so affected by alcohol that I completely forgot my address and, I think, even my name, so she brought me to her house, and as soon as we arrived, I vomited all over her, turning us into a complete mess.

"Your clothes are clean now," she said.

I nodded. I felt so much shame for what had happened. Definitely, this was the first and last time I would drink alcoho