Three and a half weeks ago, I swallowed 8.5 grams of hydrocodone with a bottle of wine. I woke up (hmm...) at seven o'clock the next morning, tripping like mad, and feeling a strong urge to get out of the house. Justin was awake too, because the cats like to walk on him in the morning, so I asked him out to breakfast at a place I'd heard about,
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