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i couldn't believe how many scars i had on my arms when i came round in the hospital. apparently i had lost pints and pints of blood and was lucky that gloria had found me when she did. i think that now might be the time to face up to the fact that my drinking has got out of hand, just like ken after all.
i rolled up my left sleeve, then my right. grim as this task was i was going to tackle it head on. despite this determination my stomach was still heaving at the thought of it, a lone bead of sweat made its way down the small of my back, finding its way into the depths of my bum crack.
i waited outside the temple. my head was burning, sweat trickling down the back of my neck as the sun melted the scarf covering my hair. where was he? why was he always late and why did i always wait for him?
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