Personal Narrative: A Class Of Cold Water

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By the end of the night, as various types of alcohol flowed freely through the blood of dancing teenagers, I noticed that one of my close friends looked pale. Before I could come back to her with a class of cold water she had taken a position in the washroom, spewing the remains of her dinner and vodka into the toilet bowl. The sound of her gagging, a wretched, slimy noise, almost made me want to partake in the act as well. Unfortunately, this was only the beginning of my disgust. As a party had been taking place in the vicinity, the floor of the washroom was revolting. A diverse collection of the dirt from the bottoms of partygoers shoes, vomit, pee, and whatever else made its way to the ground resided there. However, my friend didn’t seem
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