Part Forty One

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She walked into the restaurant, her eyes sweeping the beer options. She had to block it out somehow, she didn't care that she despised beer. Maybe if she got drunk, she could escape. Even if it was just for a while.

Anything to get away without dying.

She knew if she got addicted, she could die. But right then, that was the last of her worries.

She sat down at the bar and ordered the special. She paid in advance, because she knew she was drinking to forget.

Several beers later, drunk, she took a cab home.

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