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It would be funny if it wasn't so tragic.
I stand with my hands in my pockets, watching as Aurora waves her wine around at random objects and randomly bursts into song while also toasting ... geese?
She's on top of her car, a blanket at her feet. There has to be over 10 bottles of alcohol around her. From what I can tell, there's some hard liquor in there.
𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬?
I'm surprised she's still functional enough to put any coherent thoughts together. Her drunkenness mixed with her gaunt frame makes her look like a drug addict.
My heart twists in my chest. I wish I knew what caused this. Something happened and not knowing what is killing me.
She suddenly points at my car. "BATTY MOBEEEEL!" and starts half singing, half yelling the Batman theme song.
