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into an overdraft.
Addicts don’t sound terrified. They sound greedy.
“Okay,” she said. “I’ll go to the nurse’s station and get the information.”
“Hurry.”
I hung up. The room was silent except for the faint ticking of the clock.
Five minutes later: voicemail from Mom.
I stood, padded into the kitchen, poured a glass of water. Drank slowly. Walked back, sat continue reading …
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