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Part 1 I started to ask her if she really wanted to go. Her answer was "yes", before I even finished the question. She freely admitted that she was an addict. Her previous means of satisfying the need had been running her ragged. She tried to take care of it during her lunch hour, but there was never enough time to get as much as she felt she wanted (needed?). She found herself making multiple appointments, and it just wasn't working.

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I laid there on our bed, cursing the morning sun as it broke through the curtains and onto my face. My blonde hair was strewn about the pillows as I opened one eye, squinting, to check my watch. “Fuck me, it’s only 8:30!” I rolled over, pulling the blanket over my head to drown out the sunlight.

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