I stood from the brown couch, rubbing my eyes. I had slept on the couch. Grey was mad, and I had been stressed. It was a fight waiting to happen.
Grey had already left for her job at the pharmacy. She was a secretary. Today, I was going to get my license, to practice psychology.
I stood from the couch, I was dressed in last night’s clothes. I’d been at the bar, doing tequila, tekila shots. I was trying to numb my mind from pop-up questions.
It had been a week since I left the asylum. Since I left Dr. Anozi....
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