No one ever does until the other person's gone and you think of ten thousand ways you could have.
[She takes another shot, lips tingling by now, and then actually closes the bottle, knowing she can't drink anymore, or someone might have to carry her out of here.]
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[She takes another shot, lips tingling by now, and then actually closes the bottle, knowing she can't drink anymore, or someone might have to carry her out of here.]