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"You wouldn't shoot me."
"And why is that? Because I'm a woman?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Exactly, you..." Before he could finish the sentence, my finger press the trigger and the bullet flew out of the guns head. It hit him in the s...
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How many times have I said that I will never drink again? A million.
How many times have I kept it?
Since the answer to the last question is as it is, obviously not once.
It took me ten minutes to even open my eyes. I don't know what I did yesterday, but I'm sure I hit my head on the wall. At least three hundred times in a row.
I sat up slowly, trying to remember yesterday.
An argument with Francesco about my clothes.
Bar.
He didn't want to drink.
Alcohol appeared before me.
A biting sore throat.
Sick.
Dance.
Alcohol.
Singing.
Alcohol.
Alcohol.
Alcohol.
I'm sure I had alcohol.
99% sure.
I tried to stand up, but it didn't work out for me. I caught my head before collapsing back on the bed. I closed my eyes to soothe my headache.
But when I got up, I also noticed that my leg was not quite right. What did I do last night again?
My gaze fell on the bedside table, where there was a pill and a glass of clear water. A small piece of paper rested on the cup.
I doubt it will help you. But you can try ;)
Ha-ha-ha. Incredibly funny Francesco.
I reached for the pill and drank it with water.
I remembered other moments from yesterday and I would really rather forget them.
I really should stop drinking. I don't like waking up like this anymore. I'm getting old.
Somehow, I got out of the room, down the stairs, to the dining room, where I saw Francesco sitting with a cell phone in his hand and coffee in the other.
Coffee.
I need coffee.
"How are you feeling?" He said without looking at me.
"Can you speak more quietly?" I walked over to him and sat down next to him. I noticed a slight smile on his face.
"I take it I shouldn't have planned things for today." He set his cell phone on the table and looked at me.
"If it involves being in bed all day, I have no problem." I smiled.
"I actually meant carousels. There's one nearby..."
