Katie pulled a bottle of orange juice from the small countertop refrigerator Frannie’s parents had purchased for them. She took several swallows as she carried the bottle to her room. “Be right back,” she called over her shoulder, then rummaged in her underwear drawer for the bottle of vodka Sheila had given her. She added a shot to the juice.
Katie settled into her chair in the lounge and took a long pull from the OJ bottle.
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