She was so fucking scared. The one who got me sober, I mean. The woman who got me sober was so goddamn jumpy and tired. Beaten down but also sort of hyper-vigilant. She didn’t want to admit she had an alcohol addiction. She was terrified, really. I think ‘terrified’ would have been a more accurate way to describe her. A…
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