[ She sets the empty bottle down and sniffs, disdainful. ]
Oh, yes. Of course. Another year to suffer yet another humiliating defeat.
No, [ a shake of her head as she's opening another bottle of whatever else is available. ] I give up. [ It's a half-sob, and the only reason she doesn't cry is because she's downing that fresh bottle.
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Oh, yes. Of course. Another year to suffer yet another humiliating defeat.
No, [ a shake of her head as she's opening another bottle of whatever else is available. ] I give up. [ It's a half-sob, and the only reason she doesn't cry is because she's downing that fresh bottle.
Thanks for enabling alcoholism, by the way. ]