Twenty Three
“You know Dad’s furious, Seth,” Adrian said, his voice low and stern. I rolled my eyes and looked at the window, “Why does he care? It’s not like I’m doing anything wrong. I just partied with my friends, Addie. He lets you go to parties, why can’t I? But well, you’re his favorite, of course you’re always off the hook.” I looked at Adrian, my older brother. His green eyes were fixed on the road but when I said that, he looked at me, his eyes weary and stern, “Seth, you know that’s not true.” “Is it not, brother?” I said, my voice on edge. Of course I was getting piss off. The great John Andrews was pissed at me again for going to a party that had a lot of alchohol in it. Of course there were a lot of alchohol, we were in college! Adrian sighed, “Seth, he’s just concerned.” “About me or
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