She got roofied by her friends drink and didn't think to check if she was ok. And then we have this brilliant piece of conversation:
"Pretty sure." I hesitate. "I think it was the last one… the one you got from whatever-his-name is."
"No way," she says. "He was totally a gentleman. It must've been another."
"Yeah," I mumble. "Maybe, but be careful, you know, just in case."
Im just not up for this level of stupid.
— Mar 13, 2018 03:22PM
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