I don’t normally drink in public, especially with so many lights shining on me, but I throw back my fourth shot as Carlton Winchester puts his hands on my girlfriend.
I’m going to make a scene. I can feel it brewing way down deep in my gut. Fine, maybe not that deep.
This afternoon sucked, and I can’t believe I’m here at all. I shouldn’t be here, and all …
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