He picks up after a second. I hear his voice and I start crying. The dogs are licking my tears. “Spencer, I want to die. I mean, really, I just want to go back to San Francisco and use and then die. I’m sick of trying. It’s just too hard.” I hear Spencer laugh. “Congratulations,” he says. “Welcome to the real world. I’m glad you made it.” “But I don’t want to live in the real world.” “Yes you do. You do. You called me, didn’t you?” “Yeah.” “Well then, you want to live. Look, I know how hard it is. When you’ve got nothing it seems like you’ll never pull yourself out. Give it time, Nic. You have
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