dreamed that, even with hepatitis, going to a party, at the home of Niche and Sof. I arrived very pretty and arregladita for anyone to notice me yellow. Court: it was late at night in a Walmart buying a bottle of Jack Daniel's. Scared me a lot because he did not remember anything after that arrived and sat down and served me a glass of lemon agüita. That meant he had put SOMETHING TO MY DRINK, specifically alcohol, and my diseased liver had caused blackout I knew from the first sip. How much would it take? Am I going to die? Why had allowed my friends? They wanted to kill me? Why not also gave me aspirin and medicines studs and processed via the liver? SNIFF.
Then I woke up and threw my lime Gatorade.
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