He reached into his backpack for his bottles of meds, but put them back without taking any. After eliminating the first lawyer on his list, he’d earned himself a drink. The alcohol would serve as different form of medicine, one that would help dull the memories and the pain he lived with every day. Not too much though. No meds and a lot of liquor risked all hell breaking loose. If he dwelt too much on the woman he’d loved and lost, on how she’d died so young, her whole life ahead of her, he’d become angry at the world. The emotion hit him intensely once in a while, and he’d lose patience and
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