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Sunday; four drinks

"Please leave your message after the tone."

"Hi, Harry! I almost died! Isn't that exciting? The doctor said I shouldn't drink anymore but that'll make the nightmares come back. I don't like it when you yell at me.

"I want the old Harry back... Actually, I want the old me back. You did nothing wrong, my beautiful Harry. It was all my fault. Like usual... I shouldn't have believed what he told me, then I'd still be with you!

"That would be nice. We could live together and you wouldn't scream at me until your throat hurt.

"I'm getting sleepy, Haz. I think I'm going nighty-night. Good night, my Harry. I love you."

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