The men I used to call friends forcibly poured the last liter of water down my throat. As Alaric – my best friend – was about to hit my stomach for the last blow, he murmured “Better you than me dude; sorry”.
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The men I used to call friends forcibly poured the last liter of water down my throat. As Alaric – my best friend – was about to hit my stomach for the last blow, he murmured “Better you than me dude; sorry”.