the grain alcohol-infused seltzer I felt compelled to take left me only slightly buzzed, and I probably would've opened another if not for the oddly queasy feeling the artificial concoction left me with. It occurred to me that the initial allure of the bookish pixie now freshening up in the bathroom had faded sometime between the present moment and the initial meeting, and I was now only interested in getting through whatever bizarre and awkward ordeal awaited in order to save face. My lip curled in disgust as her rather effeminate, ginger-bearded excuse for a boyfriend wiped his greasy kettle chips hand on his bathrobe. He was obviously struggling to come up with small talk to ease the tension in the room, and I took my only solace in saying nothing and watching his discomfort grow. "Fuck Reddit," I thought. "I'll just have to get used to the retards on Voat or something."
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