I met her at a party neither of us were invited to, her on the arm of the guy with the pills, me getting to tag along with the guy bringing the booze.
We got to talking when we mixed up half a yellow and half a blue in with the vodka, until she began to giggle uncontrollably while I stared at holes in my hands.
The next morning, we both silently searched for food, sharing the warm cheese I found and the cold meatballs she found.
I should have taken her up on the offer of a ride home.
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