Don’t Ask Me for Advice

Jess, I’m sad. I don’t know what to do.

Happiness is just a glass away. The vodka is on top of the fridge. I’ll put some sheets on the spare bed.

I don’t think that’ll help…

I know a guy who sells coke and the personal number of a stripper who will probably fuck you for the right price.

You’ll be a great mother someday.

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