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Chapter 6
Max pov. I knew a day like this would come. Knowing Miles it was more sooner than later. He likes to put himself out there. It's just the way he is. A good trait but with the way he is, I don't think it is. Going to a place like this is not something I do or like to do. The music was booming, people all over the place. Dancing on each other, looks more like s*x with clothes on than dancing. It was plain disgusting. The whole place was trashed. Beer bottles on the floor, cigarettes, chips and even clothes on the floor. When I found the kitchen I saw some couple in one of the chairs making out, it looked nauseating. I had to look away and focus on what I came in here for. Alcohol, vodka if I am lucky. And my luck helped me this time in the form of a bottle of Tito's Handmade, that
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