24 hours and then he’s gone again. It’s 11 and I’m not
really tired at all. And I want some of the alcohol to kick in so I can feel
better. I’ve been on the verge of tears since he stepped out of the car but I
can’t seem to even cry. And that? That’s all that’s really on my mind right
now. Anything that’s worth thinking about anyway.
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