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I glare down at the piece of paper in front of me , the words not registering in my mind and instead my mind is tumbling with various insults for Alison , cursing her for making me go out last night and then insisting that we drink further after Riven dropped me off at home — put me to bed and demanded me to go to sleep . She dragged me out of the bed after he left and poured wine down my throat , babbling on about how she's been searching for the right wine for ten minutes long , because she was scared he was going to suffocate me with my pillow and that she would've needed alcohol to deal with my death .
She's something else entirely— even when sober . I flick my pen between my fingers , a wild blush coating my cheeks when my mind roams back to Riven . Oh my good God , the thin
