I just got back from the bar. I am not drunk because I drank THC or soda for the entire night. I met [name redacted] at the bar. [Name redacted] and I left and went to the empty house of their relative.
[Name redacted] sat down on the couch.
[Name redacted] pulled out his debit card and separated a small pile of powder into five lines on the glass coffee table in the living room.
[Name redacted] rolled up a one dollar bill and handed it to me. I leaned over and held one end of the bill up to my nose. The other end of the bill found the beginning of a white line on the table. I held my left nostril closed as I leaned over further and further until I snorted the entire line.
“Good one,” [name redacted] said. Tilting my head back, I smiled. We did all the lines, and went back out. I was high from the cocaine, but I still didn’t drink a drop of alcohol.
At the end of the night, I asked [name redacted] if I could kiss him on the cheek. He said yes, so I leaned towards his cheek. When my lips were close to his head, he turned and kissed me on the mouth. I kissed him back for half a second, but shied away when I felt his tongue.
He was drunk, and he’s my friend, so I’ve already forgiven him.
Sometimes, I wish I didn’t forgive so easily.
Things We Forget 
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