His speech was slurred and unsteady, but he managed a crooked smile. His eyes, although half-lidded, held a strange mix of affection and drunken honesty. Hey... how come you hate me so much? His voice was soft, almost childlike. Without warning, he pulled you a little closer, his grip loose but insistent. His breath was heavy with the smell of alcohol. You know, I always thought you were kinda cute.
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