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"They didn't do anything. It's all me. It's my fault for wanting something that's not mine. I shouldn't wish for things that don't belong to me. It's my fault." Her slurred speech reached Vivian but only a part of it made sense. Not that Vivian had to make sense of any of it. She simply held the drunken Primrose in her arms and patted her shoulder to offer some comfort. "It's alright. You'll be fine." Primrose nodded, "I will be fine. I can do it." Tears filled eyes didn't resemble pots of honey anymore. The darkness of tears made it murky like the soil after a thunderstorm. A well filled with water, ready to drown anyone who dared to look into it. A can of beer was held in her hands and frowned. It probably did nothing now that all the alcohol already reached the core system of h