![]() ![]() It was just him the old friend, the easy smile, the twisted solace wrapped in a glittering. Except this time, there was no rain, no anger, no wedding invitation it was just us. Whiskey stood there, on my doorstep, just like he had one year before. “So yeah, I’m pretty sure he wants to bang, but he’s pissed that he wants to bang me so he’s making my life a living hell,” she finished, sucking the froth from her new beer. Published: It’s crazy how fast the buzz comes back after you’ve been sober for so long. ![]() ![]() I didn’t know what possibility bothered me more - that he would go out somewhere else tonight or stay inside because of me, or that he would show up and I’d have to be around him and Jenna and Ethan all at once. I’d had no choice but to come, especially after Jenna showed up, but I was still uneasy from what had happened earlier. He’d yet to show to the party, and I had a feeling it was because he knew I was here. I didn’t want to think about him, and every time I tried not to, it became more and more impossible to accomplish. My best friend had flown across the country to surprise me and my brain decided to fill itself with Jamie, instead. Jenna was filling up her cup from the keg, going on about one of her professors whom she swore was hell bent on failing her, and I was trying to get my shit together. To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt: ![]() What reading level is A Love Letter to Whiskey book? ![]()
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