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I dropped eotten him down, I couldn’t sleep This house TheSo, I drank, and it worked The next tiet the point”

I dropped down onto the couch, covering s in your head It was easier to justify and ignore the them out loud stripped that all away God, as it about Malcol faucet of infor all ?

The cushion dipped under his weight His war my hands from my face

I looked down, thankful irlfriend is an anxiety-ridden, borderline alcoholic”

“Your boyfriend is an asshole that adds to your anxiety and makes you want to drink”

I looked over at him and smiled “At least you’re cute”

Malcol forhis forehead on mine He started to stroke h, if this is too much for you…”

I reached out to caress his face The coarse hairs of his beard tickled ed, but you aren’t detrimental to my health”

I could tell from the look on his face he was ready to protest my statement

“Yes, I realize that sounds like a contradiction, but it’s not I’m well aware of the fact that I’ve keptforced to deal with all of things I’ve spent a lot of tiet”

Malcolainst the couch I curled up beside hiers intertwined in his lap

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure”

His thumb stroked my knuckles “The day you passed out and fell down the stairs—”

“Yes, I’d had a panic attack”