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I rush to grab four or five bottles, determined to drink them down before the owner catches me. I sneak into the backyard before realizing they probably have cameras.
I shrug, not caring. My head is buzzing.
Ooh they have a pool! I can feel a wicked smile creep up my face.
I've always wanted to get hammered on a diving board. An accident waiting to happen. I cackle.
I climb up the rungs and step up, suddenly having the urge to let my feet hang off the end of it.
I slide down it until I'm able to straddle the board. I put the alcohol down in between my legs and use my teeth to pull the cork from the first bottle, a vintage chianti something or other.
I smell it, appreciating the notes of blackberry or whatever the hell it is but it's not gonna matter. It would be ni
