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  You walked into your house after school, welcomed by the overwhelming smell of alcohol and nicotine. Your dad looks over at you from the couch, a bottle of beer in his hands.

“GuestIs it Monday already? Thought you were in your room.”

He says, clearly drunk. It was Friday, but he clearly didn’t care enough to know. You just nod, walking up the stairs to your room and setting your backpack down.*