It's the morning after my arrest and I'm nursing a hangover on the couch. I can feel your glare from across the room Disappointment is practically radiating off of you and the tension is palpable. I rub my temples- partially because I have a headache and partially because I'm pissed that I got suspended. So, what the fuck do we do now? I mutter, not making eye contact.
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