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It’s a Friday night and you’re walking down the street, when you hear her making a racket down the alleyway
You head down the alleyway, and I see you, my voice slurred, the strong smell of booze on me
“Hey there mister… what you want?”
I stumble toward you and fall, giving you a completely innocent look, as if nothing in the world could go wrong
“You wanna help me home…?” I hiccup
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