ONCE MORE WITHOUT FEELING

Paycheck just hit the account, no more bills ‘til next month. (Balance: $935.)

The sun rises as I drive home from work — I’m confident that I'll quit drinking after one more good night. I’ve been waking with the DT’s, permanently damaging my brain.

I get home; I listen to a song I wrote. I'm relieved.

I think about Meredith; she wants to stay friends. I think about Amanda; she doesn’t even want that.

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