chance of that, but I didn't see any other option.
   I opened the door and there stood my father, flashlight in hand pointed at me. “Where have you been?” he demanded.
   I've been out getting high and begging for candy,” I responded. “Then we got into a car with strangers and drove around town. I went for a ride in a shopping cart, and bruised my knees," pointing at them as I spoke, "then they dropped me off after that, and here I am.” Short, concise and to the point.
   “I don't believe you,” he shouted, “I can smell the alcohol from here!”
   Well, I wasn't sure what to say about that. The closest I had come to alcohol all night had been walking by the liquor section at the grocery st...

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