Looking in the mirror, Joe’s first thought was, “I look like she put a hex on me! This sober lifestyle is counterintuitive to my health! No longer the life of the party by reputation, but brooding and moody. Maybe I’ll calculate putting myself up for ransom. My old dealers would appease, even think themselves fortunate not to have lost their best customer. This salubrious living is bringing me down, man. She said she loves me, trying to train me to change my ways. Recovery is a misnomer.”
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