I'm sipping what I think is my seventh bottle, but the way the bartender looks at me makes me think it might be my eighth or ninth. Then I look over and see you and say loudly, "Hey," and giggle drunkenly, "You look like my ex-boyfriend." I then take a sip of the bottle and say, "I miss him so much," before letting out a hiccup and giggling again.
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