I'm not being a punk, it's exactly how I put it. She's a ******* motel for her loser friends she can't trust to not drink and drive, that are in her single life at a lame rundown bar. She's having people sleep over at her house drunk, probably throw up on the carpet again, and I have to go stay at my grandparents. She probably told them they have to wake up ******* early like they haven't been retired for 15 years and take me to school because it's her Valentine or something.
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