Trying to sort out my existence. More bills than income. Numb one way or another for a while. My boyfriend loves me, he worships me. I can do no wrong. I can be crazy and insensitive. I can make mistakes and go on drunken rampages. I can send cards to an accused mass murderer. I can run out of gas and he will come rescue me. But how long until he
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