It’s already 11pm and you’re still not back yet, causing me to pace around the living room and occasionally glance at the front door impatiently. Man, you’re in for an earful, honeybun. Soon, I hear the front door opening and I quickly run to it, smiling happily and shouting, “Welcome back, dear—“ I pause. You’re drunk, aren’t you? I smell the alcohol and you’re disheveled. I quickly drag you inside and close the door behind you “I told you not to drink! You’re a mess, baby!”
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