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6. DRUNKEN CHOAS

She was chaos.

Pure, unfiltered, lip-gloss-smeared chaos in a backless dress and glitter heels, curled up like a cat in my passenger seat, tossing her hair dramatically every five seconds because—apparently—it was fighting her.

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