"Oh, fuck James, Donnie, fill up my glass," I whined, putting it out. "Gwen, I know you're hurting," Donne pointed out, slanting the bottle down and pouring the wine. "I'm just saying, don't go nuts." "I'm not going nuts, I'm getting drunk, there's a huge difference, Donnie," I groaned before turning my head. "You get me right, Eric?" "He kind of has a point. We're on our third bottle
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