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“
I
’
ll
be
five
minutes
.
”
I
make
my
way
through
the
crowd
again
.
I
am
beginning
to
feel
nauseated
,
my
head
is
spinning
uncomfortably
,
and
I
’
m
a
little
unsteady
on
my
feet
.
More
unsteady
than
usual
.
Drinking
in
the
cool
evening
air
in
the
parking
lot
makes
me
realize
how
drunk
I
am
.
My
vision
has
been
affected
,
and
I
’
m
really
seeing
double
of
everything
like
in
old
reruns
of
Tom
and
Jerry
cartoons
.
I
think
I
’
m
going
to
be
sick
.
Why
did
I
let
myself
get
this
messed
up
?
“
Ana
,
”
José
has
joined
me
.
“
You
okay
?
”
“
I
think
I
’
ve
just
had
a
bit
too
much
to
drink
.
”
I
smile
weakly
at
him
.
“
Me
,
too
,
”
he
murmurs
,
and
his
dark
eyes
are
regarding
me
intently
.
“
Do
you
need
a
hand
?
”
he
asks
and
steps
closer
,
putting
his
arm
around
me
.
“
José
,
I
’
m
okay
.
I
’
ve
got
this
.
”
I
try
to
push
him
away
rather
feebly
.
“
Ana
,
please
,
”
he
whispers
,
and
now
he
’
s
holding
me
in
his
arms
,
pulling
me
close
.
“
José
,
what
are
you
doing
?
”
