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... rnishings of the presidential suite blurring at the edges like a watercolor painting left out in the rain. The crystal shot glass feels heavy in my hand, catching the light in fractured rainbows that dance across my fingers.
We pound our 4th shot together, the tequila burning a fiery path down my throat. I follow it with a sip of the cocktail Caterina made me earlier, something fruity and deceptively strong that masks the alcohol beneath layers of sweetness.
'A boy drink, she cal ...
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