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Liu doesn't even drink Anon. Why, I---

Liu clears their throat behind me. "Actually, Wormchamp...I drank a buzzball the other night."

"W-what???" I scoff.

"I....I couldn't get Jeffrey off my mind," Liu blurts with tears in his eyes.

"You should've talked 2 me!" I cry. "We could've made it work! You didn't have 2 turn alcohol!"

"B-but I thought it was my body, my choice!" Liu shoots back.

"So you CHOOSE 2 harm yourself?" I almost scream. "You have a history of substance abuse. Does that mean nothing 2 you? All the progress you've made?"

"It's just one drink, Wormchamp. I can loosen up every once in a while." Liu gorans and rolls their eyes.

"A whole buzzball isn't loosening up," I growl. "Especially not if you're using it 2 drown your sorrows."

"I'm not drowning," Liu murmurs. "I'm floating. For the first time in my life...I've felt worthful again. But if you're gonna order me around--"

"STOP!" I roar. "You sound just like him!"

Tears prick Liu's eyes. "I'm not your little project. Stop trying 2 fix me, Wormchamp. You can't even fix yourself."

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