I throw on my clothes, and storm out of the room.
"I am not putting up with your ****, Jean."
I see Carmen storming out of his room, his hair messy.
"What's up?"
"Ans, alcohol isn't going to help your headache.."
"I am not putting up with your ****, Jean."
I see Carmen storming out of his room, his hair messy.
"What's up?"
"Ans, alcohol isn't going to help your headache.."
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