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I pick up my phone, wanting to text

Cohen, Chelsea, anyone. But I close my

eyes and hang my head. The last thing I

want to do is mess up our weekend.

I sigh, shoving wayward strands of

hair from my face. I hate the fact that

this incident dampens my mood. I need to

stop making up shit in my head, coming

up with theories that sound crazier by the

day. I open the liquor cabinet and pull

out the whiskey, I have to be at my