AVERY
I was tipsy.
No, scratch that. I was ninety nine percent sure I was tipsy. The other half was holding on the that I wasn't tipsy at all and that my brain and vision were at one hundred percent efficiency.
The reason for this argument was because the part of me that thought I was tipsy, was currently seeing three versions of Jemima in front of me and they were all doing the same thing, while the part that believed I wasn't tipsy, believed that it was possible that three versions of Jemima existed.
What made me question that part was the fact that I hadn't seen three versions of her before today. I had only seen one, so it didn't make sense that the other two parts had sprouted from nowhere all of a sudden.
Which, finally, made me come to the conclusion that I was, in
