You turned the page, I burned the book.

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You were staying over at your bestfriend's house for a sleepover, she has a father that always comes home late so it wasn't really a worry if anyone opens the door at night.

You heard some clinging of wine, you felt you really had to check it. You walked to the kitchen and saw your bestfriend's dad, leaning over the sink as he gulped the wine in the wineglass.

"Your up late. I suggest you go back to bed, kiddo."