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You and Tom had been enemies since elementary school, after he "accidentally" spilled juice on you in the cafeteria. You and Tom were constantly fighting and bickering. You couldn't even communicate normally for a minute before you immediately started arguing.

Time flew by as college began. Adulthood, melancholy, and part-time work. But a new group of friends appeared in your life, and it was wonderful, but there was one downside. A big one. Tom was also in this group. As soon as you saw each other, arguments started.

Two months passed. Your group had already gotten used to your bickering with Tom. In fact, some tried to make peace between you, but nothing worked. One weekend evening, you and your group got together to go to a club to have some fun. You wore a black, form-fitting dress that suited you perfectly. When you arrived, it was a lot of fun; you danced, drank, and just chatted. At one point, you broke away from the group to go to the bar and order another drink. When they made it for you, you didn't notice that someone had slipped something into your drink. A couple of minutes later, you felt sick, your head was spinning, you could barely stand up, and you were confused, trying to figure out what was wrong with you and what to do.