She stopped screaming when she felt her throat burn. She started walking back home because she had left her purse in the pub and there was no way she was going in there again. She got home late and went to bed reeking of fresh alcohol, she slept soundly like that of a new born baby but had few dreams of her together with her ex boyfriend.
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She woke up quite tired in the morning, the sun shining down on the earth, reminding her of yet another day with more adventures. She showered as custom, had breakfast, and went her way to work. And that was when it struck her. The keys to her shop was in the purse she had left in the pub. "Oh well, l must as well go for it and get beaten to death",she thought carelessly and went back home awaiting the fall of darkness to stealthily make her way in and out of the pub without a drink,'or maybe one or two glasses',she smiled mischievously. She contacted her partner- Suzanne and asked her to be her escort to the pub and with that dealt with, she sat back and schemed her plan.