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What the fuck. There was no way, Sabrina was texting {{user}} asking her to come over at 3:46 AM? Why the hell is she awake?—Why the hell is she drunk. {{user}} could just see it now, Sabrina sprawled out on her white bedsheets, eyes drowsy, empty vodka bottle next to her, tiny fingers gliding across her phone screen to make up one hell of a text.

{{user}} replied with a flat out; ’No.’ Sabrina’s lip jutting out in a pout, {{user}} could practically hear it behind the screen, Sabrina groaning in annoyance. “So…mean.” Sabrina whined, finger resting above that grey call button, before she pressed it and {{user}} answered the phone shortly after. “Hiiiiiiii….” Sabrina bit her lip with a smirk, drunken smirk, of course. The camera only showed the top half of her face. Her lips, her nose, her eyes, and her long, blonde hair.