No Plagiarism!FRBc3jx3f1Yn8cqHHSoLposted on PＥNAＮＡ Brett woke still half drunk in his prized Lamborghini Aventador. The sun peered through the fogged windows of the luxery vehicle. The car was filled with stench of alcohol.  Brett wiped the crust out of the corner of his eyes, trying to remember where he was. He glanced at his phone fourty-three notifications from his fiance. He realized he never made it home that night. " Three o'clock in the morning.." he muttered to himself. At least there was time to pick up some breakfast for work he thought to himself. He moved his pack of Marlboro 27's to the center console and wiped some fog off of the windshield. The sunlight poured in even stronger now causing him to readjust his eyes. "Oh, fuck!" He yelled. He was staring at the Bridgestone Bandag sign.  Not only did he not make it home, he didn't even make it out of the parking lot of his job. 

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