SHOUT OUTS
Well, it seems like we can still respond to reviews. Apparently, the petition worked. I think. I mean, I've seen other people responding to reviews. However, if I get something from Fanfiction saying I can't. I'll stop. Mady Bay: Thanks. Yeah, sorry about the shortness of the chapter. I'll try to make them longer.
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The next morning, Carlos woke up with a groan. His head hurt so bad.
"Oye, what did I do last night?" he wondered. With another groan, Carlos looked around his house. Liquor bottles were strewn all around the floor.
"Aw, man," he groaned. He now knew what had happened. He gotten drunk and was now feeling the affects. What would his mother think? He could almost hear her: "Carlitos Miguel Sandoval. How many times have I told you not to drown your troubles in destructive behavior?" she would've have scolded in their native tongue.
"Lo siento," Carlos couldn't help saying aloud. "Aw, well. Gotta go to work," he said. With that, he grabbed his keys and walked out the door.