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DANIELA’S POINT OF VIEW My phone won’t stop ringing, it’s just mom and Daniel trying to know where I am. Dad doesn’t care about me, all he ever cares about is his stupid empire. How can this be for my own good? They just want to take over my life, and I cannot believe that Daniel knows about this bullshit. I continued to drive until I led myself to the bar once more. The last time I went here I was heartbroken but now, I don’t know if I’m sad, devastated, angry, disappointed, or whatever. As soon as I got in the club I went straight to the bar and ordered a shot of vodka. “one more, please” I politely said to the bar tender and he smiled as he serves me the vodka. “One more” “One more” “One more” “One more” “one more” “one more” “one more” I don’t know how many shots I took; I
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