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Ruth now had to take pills every day. Two in the morning: antidepressants to fight off the demons. One pill in the afternoon, a mild antipsychotic, and one at night to help her sleep.
She needs a pharmacist
Quinn doesn’t have a gun permit. He’s not armed.
I don't think you need this to own a gun...
Amanda filled a bowl of cereal with water from the faucet, sat down, and ate what she could while she worked at the laptop.
What the fuck
