Taryn Clutter

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I certainly hadn’t had a drink by eight (I’d wait another six years!), but somehow the culture all around me had taught me that drinking equaled laughing and having fun, and a much-needed escape from pain. Mom was crying, so why didn’t she just drink? Then she’d be drunk and not feel as much, right?
Friends, Lovers, and the Big Terrible Thing
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