Then, we went back to Jacksonville.
Karrie wet the bed that first night, her having overdone it with the liquor that she was magically able to procure. She had come up with a bottle of Triple Sec, out of nowhere.
What the hell would a girl who had been locked up for 88 days want with a bottle of liquor?
It was the same old thing.
Karrie wet the bed that first night, her having overdone it with the liquor that she was magically able to procure. She had come up with a bottle of Triple Sec, out of nowhere.
What the hell would a girl who had been locked up for 88 days want with a bottle of liquor?
It was the same old thing.
She pissed the bed that night, having not drank for 4 months.
She woke up and ate all the food the next day.
Karrie was home.
She woke up and ate all the food the next day.
Karrie was home.
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