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... st of glasses and the sort of bottle that would strip varnish.
The ring of observers widened into an eager crescent.
"House rules," Celeste said, sloshing both glasses full to the rim with horrifying generosity. "We drink until one of us forgets their name. If you pass out, you lose. If you cry, you lose. If you apologize to your mother, we’ll call that a neutral event and continue."
Bartram’s lips thinned. "I hardly think..."
"First round," Celeste chirped, and u ...
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