If only she knew
Marissa Thinks, and Marissa Drinks — Chapter 1
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I dial her number, but chicken out of hitting talk. This is how I always end up spending my night, drinking away the memories of Alex and attempting to call her. If only i could work up the nerve to
call and tell her how much i want her back. With a sob I throw my phone down, take another drink out of my vodka bottle, and wipe my mouth and tears off on one of the many shirts i still have of
hers. If only she knew.
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