It's not one I like telling, or thinking about, or acknowledging as real.
[She takes the bottle back and stares at the rim for a good few seconds. Just - do it one go, it's like ripping a band-aid off, right? So she drinks, lets it burn, and then coughs out:]
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[She takes the bottle back and stares at the rim for a good few seconds. Just - do it one go, it's like ripping a band-aid off, right? So she drinks, lets it burn, and then coughs out:]
My dad is - he died. I saw him. Die.
[There.]