I know.

I know what’s going on and the worst part is, I have no idea what I’m supposed to be doing except my lips think they do. They’re curled up into some smile and the bottom one is quivering so much I have to bite down on it. Everyone is staring at me and I’m too drunk too stand still, and I’m shifting my weight slowly from side to side like a sloppy metronome.

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