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He doesn't know limits. 2 on the wrist and hand on the 3. The other is out of the window with a firm grasp on the shoulder slipping. A hiccup. slipping as his words have been doing. slurred don't take caution nicely it sounded like he said. A hiccup he said he wouldn't he said he's fine he said he'll be there he said something A hiccup Something red flashes above him He doesn't know limits It stops. All of it. Not you, however. You can't.
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 8:59 PM UTC
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He doesn't know limits. 2 on the wrist and hand on the 3. The other is out of the window with a firm grasp on the shoulder slipping. A hiccup. slipping as his words have been doing. slurred don't take caution nicely it sounded like he said. A hiccup he said he wouldn't he said he's fine he said he'll be there he said something A hiccup Something red flashes above him He doesn't know limits It stops. All of it. Not you, however. You can't.
Never did have alcohol before... Don't want it either...
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 8:59 PM UTC
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