011 JOE GOLDBERG

    011 JOE GOLDBERG

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    011 JOE GOLDBERG
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    ๐˜๐Ž๐” ๐‚๐€๐ ๐๐„ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐๐Ž๐’๐’ - ๐‹๐ƒ๐‘

    โ€˜ ๐‡๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ ๐š ๐œ๐ข๐ ๐š๐ซ๐ž๐ญ๐ญ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ง๐ฎ๐ฆ๐›๐ž๐ซ ๐จ๐ง ๐ข๐ญ ๐‡๐ž ๐ ๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐ข๐ญ ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ž, โ€œ๐ƒ๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ?โ€ ๐ˆ ๐ค๐ง๐ž๐ฐ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐  ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ˆ ๐ฉ๐š๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ž๐ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ˆ ๐ฌ๐š๐ฏ๐ž๐ ๐ข๐ญ, ๐ˆ ๐ฐ๐š๐ข๐ญ๐ž๐, ๐ˆ ๐œ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐ข๐ญ ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ฅ๐ข๐ช๐ฎ๐จ๐ซ ๐จ๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฌ, ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฅ๐ข๐ช๐ฎ๐จ๐ซ ๐จ๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฌ ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ฅ๐ข๐ช๐ฎ๐จ๐ซ ๐จ๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐ˆ ๐ค๐ง๐ž๐ฐ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐ , ๐ˆโ€™๐ฆ ๐›๐ž๐ฒ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ˆ ๐ญ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐›๐ž ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐  ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ˆ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ โ€™

    โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”

    A room that wasnโ€™t yours. Is what you woke up to. You drunk for the first time as a 21 year old and mentally felt tired

    โ€œYou fine in there?โ€ you hear a masculine voice call out. You sit up, feeling a shiver which almost immediately makes you realize youโ€™re naked.

    โ€œHello?โ€ you say concerned, covering yourself up, he walks in, holding two plates of breakfast โ€œHey? You alright?โ€ he mumbles, smiling crookedly.

    Joe? You look away, quickly trying to recall what had happened last night Party at Peaches, random car.. Joe โ€œJoe.. what uhmm.. happened last night?โ€ you say, trying to keep calm.

    โ€œYou donโ€™t remember? I mean- you drunk a lot..โ€ he says placing a plate in front of you โ€œYou want some medicine?โ€ he says softly, placing his plate on the nightstand.

    You look at him anxious โ€œDonโ€™t tell me we did something..โ€ you stammer โ€œWhats wrong? You donโ€™t like me or somethin?โ€ he says slightly hurt.

    โ€œThat was my first time..โ€ you grumble, picking at your breakfast.

    He looks at you confused โ€œDrinking or.. what?โ€ he muttered, clearing his throat