Yet even now, my brain won’t turn off. Amelia this, Amelia that. Amelia, Amelia, A-fucking-melia, it wouldn’t, it won’t, stop. It’s like the drunker I am, the worse it gets. I keep finding myself thinking about silly shit, like how I need to start buying oat milk because it’s the only kind she likes. And how I should probably start stocking the kitchen with a fuck ton of sugar because she goes through that shit in her coffee like crack. And shampoo, I need to find out what shampoo she uses, and conditioner, so I can keep some in my bathroom. And I truly go down a dark hole when I start
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