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... nd the air was thick with the scent of regret and cheap alcohol. Max was curled up on his side, a pillow muffling his whines.
"Max, buddy. You alive?" Ethan asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.
Max groaned, slowly removing the pillow. His face was pale, his eyes bloodshot, and his head pulsed with a thousand tiny hammers. "E-Ethan? Oh God, I’m dying. I’ve ruined everything. Don’t look at me."
"Nonsense, Max. You’re just paying the interest on your fun debt."
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