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Everything is happening so fast
I open the door silently, hoping not to wake up my mom. "What time is it?" Apparently, she's not asleep. She switches on the light, and just as I thought, she is holding a bottle of whiskey. "Mom, you're too drunk. I'll go to bed; let's talk in the morning." I've already had enough for the night, especially coming from her. "You haven't answered my question, Priscilla." She won't let this go. I decide to check the time on my phone; it's three o'clock. "Three o'clock, Mom." "It's actually morning. How about we talk now?" I just look at her, feeling exhausted. "Mom, I need to catch some sleep, at the very least, so Ger doesn't miss school or be late." To add to the fact that I'm really tipsy from the wine. "Are you drunk, Priscilla?" How did she even notice? "Not like you, though."
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