“Christ,” I muttered under my breath. “What the fuck am I doing?” I sighed started tapping my foot. This is ridiculous. I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be with this person who smells like perfume and vomit. I don’t want to stand here and watch people making out in front of me. In that moment I knew exactly where I wanted to be, who I wanted to be with, and what I wanted to be doing.
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