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The smell of alcohol from her breath washed over his neck.
But Julian didn't flinch. He just looked helpless.
He always claimed to hate the smell of alcohol, but I guess it was different when it came from Sophia.
He didn't answer her. Instead, he looked at me. "Wait for me, okay? I'll have Marco call her a car, and then we can go home together. Please?"
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