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"... I can't be alone with myself." He retorted.
"That's why I'm not doing so good. I can't help myself."
 
"Why is that?" she asks pulling a cigarette out of her purse and lighting it.
 
"Because I drink, like how we're doing it right now." He bluntly said.
"At least I'm not doing it alone."
 
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