Today's OneWord: Drinking
"Why do you smell like licorice and salt?"
I stared at her. My mouth felt like a miniature desert. "What?" I gurgled.
She moved closer to me, taking a deep, exaggerated breath through her nose. Then, she frowned.
"I knew it," she scowled. "You've been drinking again. Why must you always do this?"
"It was only a little bit," I mumbled.
"You're leaning to one side! I hardly think you've only had a little bit!"
I stared at her. My mouth felt like a miniature desert. "What?" I gurgled.
She moved closer to me, taking a deep, exaggerated breath through her nose. Then, she frowned.
"I knew it," she scowled. "You've been drinking again. Why must you always do this?"
"It was only a little bit," I mumbled.
"You're leaning to one side! I hardly think you've only had a little bit!"
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