208. CHRISTOPHER H. (POV)

I get up as if my body weighs twice what it actually does, stumbling over the empty bottle, but I don’t even feel the pain from the hit. At least alcohol works as a cushion for something.

My feet drag to the door as the impatient guest knocks again, harder and more urgently, making me groan at the s...

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