the reddest kind of wine

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Lance arrived and I offered for Donna to drive my car (mom's car) so I could ride with Lance, swearing that her life would be on the line if I didn't get the car back. I asked if Mark was coming but Donna said he had other things going on, and had been for a while. She choked a tiny bit on the last of her words, her whole face collapsing with the need to cry, to be held, to rub away seperation. And I wondered if all this was just about missing Mark after all. I told her boys couldn't be counted on anyway. Told her she needed to come out and not think about boys. And that was enough. If I could get a little whiskey in her system before we got to the club she'd be distracted enough for me and Lance to get alone. Suddenly, I wanted to tell him I was ready. Wanted him to have me. To make sure he'd only stay interested in me. 

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