My liver is the oldest thing I use daily. My liver is 20 years old, and my liver was virtually unused for the first 15 years of my life.
I remember the first time I got drunk and used my liver well. It was Halloween, and I had Claire and Katlyn over to my house to sleep over that night. The Halloween party the neighbors threw had alcohol sitting out for guests to help themselves. I think we mixed vodka with soda. I must have made mine too strong. I puked on one of my kitchen chairs later when we had snuck our alcohol back into my house. I was terrified. I worried my mom would see it or smell it, and that I would get in trouble for drinking. However, in two seconds flat, Claire had grabbed cleaning supplies and cleaned up the spill. The smell was gone. She had just finished blotting up the spot as my mom came in though the front door.
Things We Forget 
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