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February 11, 2013
'There's no such thing as too drunk.' She pouted. 'Come on. You must know what it's like.'

'Actually, I don't. I tend not to drink alcohol.'

She stared at him.

'Why not?'

He shrugged. 'I don't know. I guess...I don't feel the need to get drunk.'

'Getting drunk isn't a need. It's just something fun to do.'

'I'm happy enough just drinking in each day.'

'What does that even mean?'

He shrugged again. 'I...I used to know. I'm sorry. I'm just so tired.'

'Then go to bed.'

'I can't.'

'Why not?'

'I can't sleep.'

'...My God you're strange.'