1) "Hey, that's MY drink," my friend yelled as I finished it off, already too hammered at this thing to notice the difference.
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It's the chaotic party with Braggadocio, he suppressed his anxiety as he remained blinded to all the significant warnings given to him up until that point. He continued drinking right until the end. The moment he felt that it was a mistake was when everything around him started to blur and distort. The crowd's cheering faded and paved the way for a scary silence. His friend was rooted to his feet, with horror written across his face as he identified the poison in the drink. As his last threads of consciousness were slipping out, the icy grasp at his heart began to freeze, and for his last moment, he could see that his friend was smiling—not a friend anymore, but a puppet master of an evil scheme.
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