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Mexico city (07:12pm)

Reinle's resident…

Donald walked into the living room, with his shoulders slumped down.. there's a pained expression on his face.

'Donald…"

Margret (his wife) couldn't complete her words… she caught a whiff of alcohol when he leaned on her shoulder.

'Margret.. I.. I…" He stuttered drunkenly.

Margret frowned and glared at him.

'How much did you drink? And why did you drink so much?" She berated him for ...